Forgive the cost of time
The attic calls
And the sun does shine
To hot to handle
Any other time of the day
So my mornings are spent
Throwing old memories away
Things you thought
You'd keep for care
A thousand times two
They multiply there
Not a lot of fun
And quite a dirty deed
The steps are sharp
And many times the need
To climb that up and down avenue
To pull out whats up there
To examine thoroughly
And then put aside with care
I love you my baby
And saw this mornings show
I'd jingle your bells
Under the mistletoe
