Honeypot Of Gold

Oh, lucky, lucky me I climbed a maple tree and, found a sacred bee making honey; just for me. Omnipotent and gold breaking free of the shadow Supreme Being you are an eternal summer star you light the way that I and others must follow that I and that lonelier moon with her guitar will shadow, Supreme Being with a golden-sitar you light the way, and all is, bathed in ash and fire ah, oceans, rise, rise, rise, rise and-I am-baptised Supreme Being your warmth is a deep, deep magnifier you light the way so that others feel energised just by your touch, more, and more humanised. Oh, lucky, lucky me I climbed a maple tree and, found a sacred bee making honey; just for me.