Frolic of the Bees

FROLIC OF THE BEES

Phoebe Hunt (BMI), Dominick Leslie BMI ©2017

Come all the wild ones, Come all the thieves

Come all you furry feathered friends

Where we are headed, Know one can harm you

Anyone can stay until the end

 

Bring what you carry, Love what you marry

We’ll toast your tattered taken time

The Bars are lifted, The moments shifted

You will never know what you might find

 

INSTRUMENTAL INTERLUDE

 

You in the flames there, Burn through the night now

You with your steady studded hand

Holding the crimson, holding the pistol

Witnessing the frolic of the land

 

Shedding our skin here, the medicine’s here

Here we can cleanse our crystal clear

The moon has risen, the answer given

Thrown into the flames we disappear

 

Come all the wild ones, Come all the thieves

Come all you furry feathered friends

Where we are headed, Know one can harm you

Anyone can stay until the end