Blue as the crying sky With no thorn, and no thistle Only an open face Staring at the waking world
Maybe she´s just a morning glory Lost in a tangle of vine Maybe she´s just a morning glory Lost in a tangle of vine
Her arms stretch wide To receive a life And her roots go deep into the black earth for strength And she blooms and
Maybe she´s just a morning glory Lost in a tangle of vine Maybe she´s just a morning glory Lost in a tangle of vine
She blooms while the people sleep Only the travelers see her To those who rise with the noon day sun She is a closed mystery
And maybe she´s just a morning glory Lost in a tangle of vine Oh, maybe she´s just a morning glory Lost in a tangle of vine Lost in a tangle of vine Lost in a tangle of vine
