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 (Then they go) La La La La La La La La La La La La La La La La (One more) Sunday Sunny Mill Valley Groove Day You will have a wonderful time up there Yeah, 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 La La