Morning Glory Lyrics - Iris Dement

(chorus) 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 summersaults then floats away blue 

His bold ambition has failed to sway you 

(repeat chorus) 

Vines wrap the south side-porch up the lattice they climb 

The clothes nearly touch the ground on that saggin clothes line 

Paints peeled and screens are torn, I got so much to do 

But Ill steal one minute more of this glory with you 

(repeat chorus)