Morning Glory — текст песни (Blood, Sweat and Tears)

(L. Beckett, T. Buckley)
I lit my purest candle
close to my window
hoping it would catch the eye
of any vagabond who had passed it by
and I waited in my fleeting house

Before he came
I felt him drawing near
Asked him in
I felt the ancient fear
that he had come to my door and jeered
and I waited in my fleeting house

Tell me stories, I called to the hobo
Stories of Cold, I smiled to the hobo
Stories of old, I knelt to the hobo
and he stood before me
in my fleeting house.

No, said the hobo
no more tales of time
don`t ask me now to wash away the grime
I can`t come in `cause
it`s too hard a climb
and he walked away from my fleeting house

Then you`ll 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

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