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