Steve Forbert - Sugarcane Plum Fairy lyrics

Your crazy grandpa spills the wine Around the sycamore tree I hear his bad song Just inside where your nephews might be "Strike a pose.", says Mary And "Purse your lips.", say Blaine Sugarcane plum fairy The August moon shine Paints the world in a wonderland of light And though the wines fine Don't I feel just a very slight, slight From your March Hare Larry and your dormouse James Sugarcane plum fairy Long ago, the seashells line the castle wall Tide was low as night fell on our Paris song… The lonely fireflies dot the lawn Like a Tinkerbell flight I watch your tired eyes Taking care not to meet with mine right Keeps an old flame weary and Your small talk strained Sugarcane plum fairy [Harmonica and Instrumental Bridge] Long ago, the seashells line the castle wall Tide was low as night fell on our Paris song… I'll have a heart love and Drag my tail down the whippoorwill trail It's time to part love and Make a start towards the Union Mail Rail Guess I best not tarry, it's a midnight train Sugarcane plum fairy Guess I best not tarry, it's a midnight train Sugarcane plum fairy