Fairport Convention – Morning Glory (Guitar)

G                     C 
I lit my purest candle close to my

G               B  C 
Window, hoping it would catch the eye

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Of any vagabond who passed it by,

A   C              G 
And I waited in my fleeting house

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Before he came I felt him drawing near

G                    C
As he neared I felt the ancient fear

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That he had come to wound my door and jeer

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As I waited in my fleeting house

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"Tell me stories," I called to the hobo

D                C           B     G 
"Stories of cold," I smiled to the hobo

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"Stories of old," I knelt to the hobo

Am     G            C         G
And he stood before me and my fleeting house

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"No," said the hobo, "no more tales of time

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Don't ask me now to wash away the grime

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I can't come in 'cause it's too high a climb"

C     Am            G           C
And he walked away from my fleeting house

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"Then you be damned!" I screamed to the hobo

D                 C          G
"Leave me alone," I wept to the hobo

G           D      C         Em   G 
"Turn into stone," I knelt to the hobo

Am  C   G
And he walked away from my fleeting house