Here comes Sue and she looks crazy. Skipping down the hillside gaily. looking like the flowers that bloom in May. Won't you make your reservation?. I will meet you at the station. Won't you come and see me All Saints Day?. Follow my lead it is no wonder I seem to be so high. Living my dreams the way I ought to. As the days go rolling by. See me strolling through the meadow. With you baby by my side. Won't you come and see me All Saints Day?. See the streamline blue horizon. With you baby by the way. Won't you come and see me All Saints Day?. You can make your reservation. I will meet you at the station. When you come to see me All Saints Day. When you come to see me All Saints Day. When you come to see me All Saints Day..