frank black
sunday sunny mill valley groove day
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 mornin' With the sun comin 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  La la la la la La la la la la La la la la  Sunday Sunny Mill Valley Groove Day You will have a wonderful time up there Then when it's over And the clover has left the mountainside You'll be king of what you survive  La la la la la La la la la la