Mornin' Glory Songtext
von Iris DeMent

Morning glory, fuchsia in green
You sweet little jezebel
My garden of dreams
Petals clenched tightly
In the late morning sun
Oh my day is just starting
Your day is done

Apple green butterfly
Lights up on you
Once and then again he calls
Trying so hard to get through
He dances in somersaults
Then floats away blue
His bold ambition
Has failed to sway you


Morning glory, fuchsia in green
You sweet little jezebel
My garden of dreams
Petals clenched tightly
In the late morning sun
Oh my day is just starting
Your day is done

Vines wrap the south side porch
At the lightest they climb
Oh the clothes they nearly touch the ground
On that sagging clothesline
Paint′s peeled and screen's are torn
I got so much to do
But I′ll steal one metaphor
Of this glory with you

Morning glory, fuchsia in green
Such a sweet little jezebel
My garden of dreams
Petals clenched tightly
In the late morning sun
Oh my day is just starting
Your day is done
Oh my day is just starting
Your day is done