Honeycomb lyrics
The old churchyard is where I faded
She watched me while I fell unaided And in my time When God's army came and got me I could not find my honeycomb Cherry-brown lips of maple Olive creams her eyes and face were And in that town Where I walk as a deserter I could not find my honeycomb Dance for God, dance for mating The ritual of her figure-eighting And in my mind As I fly above the churchyard I could not find my honeycomb
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