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