Blue as the crying sky 
With no thorn, AND 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 receive a life 
And her ROOTS go deep into the BLACK EARTH for strength 
And she blooms and 

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 

She blooms while the people sleep 
Only the TRAVELERS SEE HER 
To those who RISE with the noon day Sun 
She is a closed mystery 

AND Maybe she´s just a morning glory 
Lost in a tangle of vine 
OH, 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