They bloom up the fresh green trellis with such a vigorous ease
And their fragrant sensuous honey is best beloved by the bees
Oh the rose! She knows the dainty secret of how the glory grows
For the rose, she told me the secret and the jessamine told the rose
Morning glory! Oh what a story to tell
Morning glory! And if she says "yes," then all will be well
And the jessamine spoke at midnight fore the red bird work and crew
That the faeys of Queen Titania came there to bathe in the dew
And the merry moonlight glistened on her long soft yellow hair
And the feet on the flowers drowsy, softer than any air
Morning glory! Oh what a story to tell
Morning glory! And if she says "yes," then all will be well
But the red bird flew too early
And the faeys left in a hurry
Morning glory! Oh what a story to tell
Morning glory! And if she says "yes"...