When morning comes to morgantown. the merchants roll their awnings down. the milktrucks make their morning rounds. in morning, morgantown. We'll rise up early, with the sun.
Moon in the mirror, won't you stay awhile tonight?. All things of beauty are too soon out of sight. I know it's a selfish plea, you must light the hearts of more than me.
What's the story, Mr. Blue?. Did she pull the rug from under you?. Did she chop your dreams up two by two. And kick them out the door?. . I could sympathize you, son.
Midsummer rain, you and I together. I'm only dreaming again and I will forever it seems. Midsummer dawn, kisses in a doorway. I can't believe they are gone so I live our story in dreams.
I was an unmarried girl. I'd just turned twenty-seven. When they sent me to the sisters. For the way men looked at me. Branded as a jezebel. I knew I was not bound for Heaven.