Honest Magic - Honeycomb lyrics

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