So I said, “If you're a relative, he had a peaceful end”
And he says, "My Corey's coming, no more sad stories coming
And there's one other reason I guess I could admit
Well he smiled and said, “Reality is only just a word”
And like I told you, when she holds you she enfolds you in her world
When he would not wake up I forced in the door
And so I asked the towns folk if his stories were true
And like I told you, when she holds you she enfolds you in her world
He said, “We need not grieve for this man
But he always saves the story of his Corey for the last
And like I told you, when she holds you she enfolds you in her world"
Can't you see my Corey's coming, no more sad stories coming
My midnight-moonlight-morning-glory's coming aren't you girl?
My midnight-moonlight-morning-glory's coming aren't you girl?
Well they said, “Old John was born here, he's lived here all his life
My midnight-moonlight-morning-glory's coming aren't you girl?
To see a busted down old railroad yard sure makes a lonely sight
He says, “Come on sit down kid, where shall I begin?”
He's never had a woman, let alone a wife”
So, all he's got to worry 'bout is time
I came by one evening but he did not hear my shout
And I saw that old John Joseph would tell stories no more
And when at last I looked up I saw I was not alone
So, that's the old man's story, I'm glad you came tonight
I looked in the window and I saw the fire was out
You may wonder why a young man would work out here alone
Me and the gravedigger we heard the parson's prayer
Can't you see my Corey's coming, no more sad stories coming
For we know that God cares”
And I confess I get to missing the old man a bit
The scene at the graveyard, just three of us were there
Corey's coming, no more sad stories coming
I come by in the evening to hear 'bout where he's been
And very soon you'll find out as you check around
That's when she said, “My name is Corey you can say I'm just a friend”
That no one named Corey's ever lived in this town
So I chided the old man 'bout the truth that I had heard
And only one run a week comes on roaring down that lane
They put the cold dirt over him and left me on my own
Well the job pays enough to keep some flesh on my bones
I was quite surprised to find out all the places that he knew
He starts telling me the stories of the glories of his past
My midnight-moonlight-morning-glory's coming aren't you girl?
