| | Morning Glory Lyrics Artist(Band):Blood, Sweat & Tears
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 Passing near 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 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 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 If you find some error in Morning Glory Lyrics, would you please submit your corrections to me? Thank You. Thanks to dgtedavis-lyrics@yahoo.com for submitting the lyrics. Review the song Morning Glory The area is only for review, if you want to submit the lyrics or the corrections of the lyrics, please click the link at the end of the lyrics.  Download "Blood, Sweat & Tears" Music | |
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