Song | The Knuckleball Suite |
Artist | Peter Mulvey |
Album | The Knuckleball Suite |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Mulvey | |
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 |
zuo qu : Mulvey | |
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 talismanit 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 slowthe 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 |
zuò qǔ : Mulvey | |
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 talismanit 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 slowthe 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 |