Sugarcane Plum Fairy

Sugarcane Plum Fairy - Steve Forbert

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

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