Fairport Convention - Morning glory

^GI lit my purest candle^C close to my ^GWindow, hoping i^Bt w^Could catch the eye ^GOf any vagabond ^Cwho passed it ^Bby, ^AAnd ^CI waited in my ^Gfleeting house

^GBefore he came I^Bm felt him draw^Cing near ^GAs he neared I felt t^Che ancient fear ^GThat he had come to wound^C my door and jeer ^AmAs I wai^Gted i^Cn my f^Emleeting ^Ghouse

^D"Tell me stor^Bies," ^GI called to the hobo ^D"Stories of ^Ccold," ^BI smil^Ged to the hobo ^D"Stories of^C old," ^BI kne^Glt to the hobo ^AmAnd he ^Gstood before ^Cme and my ^Gfleeting house

^G"No,&quo^Ct; said t^Bmhe hobo, ^C"no^G more tales of time ^GDon't ask me ^Cnow to wash away the grime ^GI can't come i^Bmn 'cause it's too high a climb" ^CAnd he^Am walked away f^Grom my fleet^Cing house

^D"Then y^Cou be damned^Em!" I ^Gscreamed to the hobo ^D"Leave me alo^Cne," I^G wept to the hobo ^G"Turn i^Dnto sto^Cne," ^EmI kne^Glt to the hobo

^AmAnd ^Che w^Galked away from my fleeting house