[Chorus]
Morning glory, fuchsia 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

[Verse 1]
Apple-green butterfly lights 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

[Chorus]
Morning glory, fuchsia 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

[Verse 2]
Vines wrap the southside porch, up the lattice they climb
The clothes nearly touch the ground on that sagging clothesline
Paint's peeled and screens are torn, I got so much to do
But I'll steal one minute more of this glory with you

[Chorus]
Morning glory, fuchsia 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