(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 bu*terfly 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)