Morning Glory
Tim BuckleyVersion1
90
Chords in this song
Strum
D-DU-UDU
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 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 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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Readable chord sheet for Morning Glory by Tim Buckley
I[G] lit my purest candle cl[Cmaj7]ose to my W[G]indow, hoping it would ca[Cmaj7]tch the eye O[G]f any vagabond who pa[Cmaj7]ssed it by A[Am]nd I waited in my fl[C]eeting hou[G]se 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 "[D]Tell me stories," I ca[C]lled to [Em]the Hobo[Cmaj7]; "[D]Stories of cold," I sm[C]iled at [Em]the Hobo[Cmaj7]; "[D]Stories of old," I kn[C]elt to [Em]the Hobo[Cmaj7]; A[Am]nd he stood before me in my fl[C]eeting hou[G]se "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 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 [D] [C] [Em] [Cmaj7]