Morning Glory
Thomas Newman Lyrics


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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 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

Overall Meaning

The lyrics to Thomas Newman's song "Morning Glory" depict a narrative that explores the human urge to connect with others while also acknowledging the fear and risk that comes with opening oneself up to another person. The singer, symbolized through the "purest candle," reaches out to a passing "vagabond" with the hope of forming a connection. However, as the vagabond approaches, the singer fears that the encounter may end in disappointment or even harm. The repeated refrain of "I waited in my fleeting house" speaks to the singer's hesitance to fully engage with the world around them.


Despite this fear, the singer persists in trying to establish a connection with the vagabond by asking him to share his stories. However, the vagabond rebuffs the singer's request, stating that he is unable to "wash away the grime" and enter into the singer's world. As the vagabond walks away, the singer's desire for a connection turns to anger and despair, ultimately culminating in a desire for the vagabond to "turn into stone." The lyrics, therefore, speak to the human struggle to connect with others while also acknowledging the inherent risks and fears that come with doing so.


Line by Line Meaning

I lit my purest candle close to my Window, hoping it would catch the eye
I hoped to attract the attention of any passerby with a flickering flame from my window


Of any vagabond who passed it by, And I waited in my fleeting house
I waited for a wandering traveler to approach my temporary abode


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
As he approached, I feared that this stranger might bring harm to my door and mock me, causing me great anxiety


"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 my fleeting house
I humbly requested tales of the traveler, from tales of the frigid climate to tales that have been told for generations, to which he acknowledged with his presence


"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
The traveler turned down my proposal for further storytelling, stating that he could not remove the dirt he had accumulated, and left as my house was too difficult to enter


"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
Enraged and saddened by the refusal of the traveler to grant me stories and company, I lashed out and pleaded for him to suffer the consequences of his actions as he left me alone once again




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Written by: DUKE ELLINGTON

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