歌曲名 Morning Glory (Remastered) 歌手名 Tim Buckley

作词：Beckett+Tim Buckley

作曲：Buckley+Beckett+Tim Buckley

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 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