Blue As The Crying Sky

With No Thorn, 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 Recieve Life

And Her Roots Go Deep Into The Black Earth

Wild Strength And She Blooms



Maybe She's Just A Morning Glory

Lost In A Tangle Of Vine

Maybe She's Just A Monring Glory

Lost In A Tangle A Vine



She Blooms While The People Sleep

Only The Travelers See Her

To Those Who Rise With The Noonday Sun

She Is A Closed Mystery



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



Lost In A Tangle Of Vine

Lost In A Tangle Of Vine