Текст песни Mornin' Glory

Mornin' glory, fuschia in green You sweet little jezebel in my garden of dreams Petals clenched tightly in the late morning Sun My day is just starting, your day is done Apple-green butterfly lites upon you Once, then again, he calls Trying so hard to get through He dances and somersaults Then floats away blue His bold ambition has failed to sway you Mornin' glory, fuschia in green You sweet little jezebel in my garden of dreams Petals clenched tightly in the late morning Sun My day is just starting, your day is done Vines wrap the south side-porch Up the lattice they climb The clothes nearly touch the ground On that saggin' clothes line Paint's peeled and screens are torn I got so much to do But I'll steal one minute more Of this glory with you Mornin' glory, fuschia in green You sweet little jezebel in my garden of dreams Petals clenched tightly in the late morning Sun My day is just starting, your day is done