Honeycomb

The old churchyard is where I faded She watched me while, I fell unaided And in my time when god's army came and got me I could not find my honeycomb I could not find my honeycomb I could not find my honeycomb Cherry brown, lips of maple Olive creams, her eyes and face were And in that town as I walk as a deserter I could not find my honeycomb I could not find my honeycomb I could not find my honeycomb Dance for God, dance for mating The ritual of her figure eighting And in my mind as I fly above the churchyard I could not find my honeycomb I could not find my honeycomb I could not find my honeycomb I could not find my honeycomb I could not find my honeycomb I could not find my honeycomb