Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
InAbell
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
InAbell
Songwriter
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Near the northern rocks, she planted roots
Mud filled the soles of her rubber boots
Fresh was the air
Brown was her hair
Back then
[Verse 2]
Generations changed, the peaches grew
Humbles wishes partially came true
One rocking chair
One silent prayer
Back then
[Verse 3]
Fresh honey from the beehive
It used to be a good thing to be alive
Fresh honey from the beehive
It used to be a good thing
[Verse 4]
I remember when she came to say
She's getting near her expiration day
White was her hair
Down was the stare
Back then
[Verse 5]
Fresh honey from the beehive
It used to be a good thing to be alive
Fresh honey from the beehive
It used to be a good thing
[Verse 6]
When the northern house was sold
She cried, "I never planned for myself to grow so old
I thought I'd finish my life here"
[Verse 7]
Fresh honey from the beehive
It used to be a good thing to be alive
Fresh honey from the beehive
It used to be a good thing
Written by: InAbell
