| Song | The Knuckleball Suite |
| Artist | Peter Mulvey |
| Album | Notes From Elsewhere |
| 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 |