Morning Glory

G     C G

G                     C
I lit my purest candle close to my
G               B  C
Window, hoping it would catch the 
eye
G               C             B
Of any vagabond who passed it by,
A   C              G
And I waited in my fleeting house


G               Bm            C
Before he came I felt him drawing 
near
G                    C
As he neared I felt the ancient fear
G                        C
That he had come to wound my door 
and jeer
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Am      G    C     Em      G
As I waited in my fleeting house

D                 B          G
"Tell me stories," I called to the 
hobo
D                C           B   
"Stories of cold," I smiled to the 
  G
hobo
D               C           B    
"Stories of old," I knelt to the 
G
hobo
Am     G            C     
And he stood before me and my 
    G
fleeting house

(guitar solo)

D   C  G
D   C  Bm  G
Am   G  C

G            C        Bm       
"No," said the hobo, "no more 
C       G
tales of time
G            C
Don't ask me now to wash away the 
grime
G             Bm
I can't come in 'cause it's too high
 a climb"
C     Am            G           
And he walked away from my fleeting 
C
house

D           C           Em       
"Then you be damned!" I screamed to 
 G
the hobo
D                 C          G
"Leave me alone," I wept to the hobo
G           D      C         Em 
"Turn into stone," I knelt to the 
  G
hobo

Am  C   G
And he walked away from my fleeting 
house