peter mulvey - the knuckleball suite lyrics
it’s a warm summer evening, i can just hear the knuckleball suite
the clover hums along, the little rain clouds are finding their feet
this town is a talisman-it is a vanishing breed
and its song is a first chair viola lost in the weeds
billy c is drinking sandeman port down at the old cafe
the river goes by slow-the river likes it that way
sal is barefoot in the backyard calling out to that star above the pines
and for once that star answers, says, “sal, you are the wine.”
that franklin is the ace, the third twin, he is a wily sport
he’s gain’ down the old cafe, sit with bill and drink sandeman port
it’s a warm summer evening, i can just hear the knuckleball suite
the clover hums along, these summer evenings are where we used to meet
these warm summer evenings are where we once and again shall all meet
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