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 the 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
Sometime
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 the robin sings
Above her grape
In Kingston Springs
I got the brother up Chicago way
He wants me to visit him someday
And I may
Sometime
But not as long
As the robin sings
Our Melva sleeps
In Kingston Springs
Cause that was last year about this time
That Melva made this glass of wine