Closing out the exquisite Goodbye and Hello album, "Morning Glory" is a song of innocence and experience at the same time. This song is one of Tim Buckley's more restrained and elegant efforts of the time, as if he was straddling the line between the psychedelic and the commercial. A vague gospel feel surrounds the melody, and there is a great sense of ease about the whole affair.
(by Matthew Greenwald, allmusic.com)
Lyrix
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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