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... Cause that was last year about this time that Melva made this glass of wine