Melva's Wine

Every year about this time

My wife Melva made some wine

Every year about this time

The air is sweet as Melva's wine

And I sip her wine and I listen to the robin sings

And the river runs through Kingston Springs

Every year about this time

A few old friends come up to walk

Every year about this time

A few old friends stop by to talk

And we talk about the crops and weather and things

And the young folks here in Kingston Springs

I got the brother up Chicago way

He wants me to visit him someday and I may sometimes

But not as long as the robin sings

And the river runs through Kingston Springs

It was last year about this time

Melva made her last batch of wine

It was last year about this time

She left for me her warm sweet wine

She could sing as sweet as robins sing

Above her grape in Kingston Springs

'Cause it was last year about this time

That Melva made this glass of wine

I got the brother up Chicago way

He wants me to visit him someday and I may sometimes

But not as long as the robin sings

And the river runs through Kingston Springs

'Cause that was last year about this time

That Melva made this glass of wine