Ease Yourself And Glide -Parsley Sound
Written by ：Phillip Davies
She likes to climb into the attic room
To see what she might find
Might be something
She left behind
Finds a picture in a quiet place
Like a dream as clear as the night
The picture apparantly's from some time gone by
I can hear the angels sing when you smile
He wears a white carnation
But the suit don't seem to fit
All the people standing on the steps
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 away
Ease yourself and glide
Ride on to the coming tide
Catch a fever before it gets too high to subside
Ease yourself and glide
Ride on to the coming tide
Catch a fever before it gets too high to subside