Lyrics
Your crazy grandpa
Spills the wine 'round the sycamore tree
I hear his band saw
Just inside where your nephews might be
"Strike a pose," says Mary
And "purse your lips," says Blaine
Sugar cane plum fairy
The August moonshine
Paints the world in a wonderland of light
And though the wine's fine
Don't I feel just a very slight slight?
From your marteau, Larry
And your dormouse, James
Sugar cane plum fairy
Long ago
The seashells lined the castle wall
Tide was low
As night fell on our parasol
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 wary
And your small talk strained
Sugar cane plum fairy
Long ago
The seashells lined the castle wall
Tide was low
As night fell on our parasol
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'd best not tarry
It's the midnight train
Sugar cane plum fairy
Guess I'd best not tarry
It's the midnight train
Sugar cane plum fairy
