Oh sweet Ellie, My Dear, won't you dance?
The floor, how it sings for your feet
To the treble's array, your gown it will sway
The visualist's golden retreat

Time, he has long been awaiting
The Night, he calls for your hand
The powder is stained, for it's silver that's rained
Oh sweet Ellie, we're drowning in sand

The bell, she has made her last call
Oh Night, how he grieves at lost chance
People decay, but Time's here to stay
Oh sweet Ellie, My Dear, won't you dance?