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