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Tim Buckley Morning - Glory Here are the song lyrics for Morning - Glory by Tim Buckley. For more excellent Tim Buckley lyrics, run a search! I lit my purest candle close to my Window, hoping it would catch the eye Of any vagabond who passed it by, And I waited in my fleeting house Before he came I felt him drawing near; As he neared I felt the ancient fear That he had come to wound my door and jeer, And I waited in my fleeting house tell me stories, I called to the hobo; stories of cold, I smiled at the hobo; stories of old, I knelt to the hobo; And he stood before my fleeting house no, said the hobo, no more tales of time; Dont ask me now to wash away the grime; I cant come in cause its too high a climb, And he walked away from my fleeting house then you be damned! I screamed to the hobo; leave me alone, I wept to the hobo; turn into stone, I knelt to the hobo; And he walked away from my fleeting house
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