The Honey Tree


Oh how sweet it feels,
to kiss by the honey tree,
afar from the free,

Who speak in foreign tongues,
telling old native fables,
those who praised angels.

Away from the sea,
where the preachers preached of love,
nothing but fake love.

Oh how sweet it feels,
to kiss by the honey tree,
where we are the free.

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