Sunday Sunny Mill Valley Groove Day

Sunday Sunny Mill Valley Groove Day - Frank Black

When there's nothing left to say

And all the clouds have faded away

And my mind wanders out there

Across the bay

Just to be there in the morning

With the sun coming through the trees

Well you know

There ain't no place I'd rather be

Sunday sunny Mill Valley groove day

You can feel the magic in the air

And when it's over

And the clover has left the mountainside

You'll be king of what you survive

Sunday sunny Mill Valley groove day

You will have a wonderful time up there

And when it's over

And the clover has left the mountainside

You'll be king of what you survive

When there's nothing left to say

And all the clouds have faded away

And my mind wanders out there

Across the bay

Just to be there in the morning

With the sun coming through the trees

Well you know

There ain't no place I'd rather be

Sunday sunny Mill Valley groove day

You can feel the magic in the air

And when it's over

And the clover has left the mountainside

You'll be king of what you survive