Saints

You smile and reach for my hand
    and say hello...
"Well, Gracie, you look so fine this
    Sunday Morning."
Well you know my name's not Gracie
and I know you know my name
When I see you there I'll be older
    like you
when the saints come marchin' in

Rust rotten floors
they creak and moan
"Go on, you're wasting your time,
there ain't no one home."
Well I can hear the old man laughin'
but I see the fear in his eyes
and he smiles at me with something
    in mind
when the saints came marchin' in

I hear you're livin' on an island
lookin' out at sea
Ain't it funny the years roll on by
    just like those waves...
Well I hear the sun is warm there
and I hear you've found your peace
And when you smiled at me was there
    something in mind
when the saints came marchin' in
when the saints come marchin' in...

Denice Franke - Acoustic guitar, vocal.
Glenn Fukunaga - Electric bass.
Eric Demmer - Saxophone.
Mike Sumler - Piano.
Paul Pearcy - Percussion.