Morning Glory

Jim Savarino © 2003

Chorus
	The morning glory climbs above my head
	Flowers of white, purple and red
	In the withered grasses something stirred	
	Could it be your footfall that I heard?
		
I cannot recall when I first met you
How many lives have passed I do not know
If you count one year to a hundred
I was writing you love songs thirty years ago

Sometimes in a life I finally meet you
Other times I miss you by a mile
But each and every time I see  you
I drown in the sweetness of your gentle smile

Chorus

Once upon a time we rode in wagons
Once upon a time we rode in cars
I'll still love you in the distance
When men and women fly to the stars

Chorus

I climbed the hill just as the new moon showed
Saw her coming on the southern road.


* Adapted from the Shi Jing (Odes collected by K'ung Fu Tse)