She likes to climb into the attic room And see what she might find Might be something She left behind Finds a picture in a quiet place A dream as clear as the night The picture apparently is from some time gone by I can hear The angels sing When you smile He wears a white carnation But the the suit don't seem to fit All the people standing on the step seem to smile through their teeth Could be twenty more years later and we're so tired from the game But she knows we'll play it just the same Take the cards the way they lay Ease yourself and glide Ride on to the coming tide Catch a fever 'for it gets too high to subside Ease yourself Ease yourself and glide Ride onto the coming tide Catch a fever 'for it gets too high to subside