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

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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