Morning glory — Buckley Tim

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Date: Sun, 23 Nov 1997 17:57:21 -0500 From: Dann Butterfield <[email protected]> Subject: CRD: 'Morning Glory' by Tim Buckley

Morning Glory

TIM BUCKLEY From Goodbye And Hello, 1967

(capoed at the first fret)

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

D / / / C / Em / Cmaj7

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