My body is a landscape of honeycombs
Farmers, they come inquiring
When is her season, her harvest of honeycombs
When will she come
Seasons they come four times a year
As a dream comes to those with many cares
As a dream comes to those with many cares
A time to mourn, a time to dance
A time to weep, a time to laugh
A time to embrace
And a time to refrain