Beekeeper smiles and gives me honey for my bread
Beekeeper hasn’t got a tooth left in his head
But his smile’s as warm as honey
And it’s just as easy spread
On Sundays the beekeeper puts on his Sunday best
His father’s wedding coat and his least worn flannelette
He drives down to the catholic church
And sets up his honey bench
Beekeeper laughing at a joke that he’s just told
Beekeeper’s church is in the gum trees he beholds
His truth is in the honey
It’s his warmth when he gets cold
The beekeeper looks away and tells me kind of shy
Tells me that he hasn’t been a beekeeper all his life
He says, once he was a worker bee
and he wore a suit and tie
He said he couldn’t speak the language no matter how he tried
He thought that if he listened hard he’d hear some reason why
And then one day he just woke up
The answer right before his eyes
He was standing in the forest, still and on his own
When he felt his senses floating to a kind of mystic drone
He said it was like the bees were singing
Tryin to call him home
Beekeeper takes me walking shows me all his hives
He calls the bees his children; he calls the bush his wife
He’s says, ‘ They’ll carry my name forward
When it comes to be my time’
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