Текст песни Dark Honey - Martin Simpson , Andy Cutting , Nancy Kerr

One summer's evening, and the kids ran free
All the bees were swarming in the cemetery
And they sucked that sweetness their natures crave
From the flowers that grew on every grave
And you tell your children, "life finds a way"
You can reap dark honey from the dying day
And leave a little sweetness to soothe our stings
And the slightest suffering winter brings
Some other children, some distant home
They fear the humming of a different drone
Some sugar's flowing from every pore
Some hunger's growing on the spoils of war
And you tell your children, "life finds a way"
You can reap dark honey from the dying day
And leave a little sweetness to soothe our stings
And the slightest suffering winter brings
On the bank of England, some city bee
She built a hive of slavery
And her sweet survival in the midst of ban
Is to make dark honey from a Cola can
But you tell your children, "life finds a way"
You can reap dark honey from the dying day
And leave a little sweetness to soothe our stings
And the slightest suffering winter brings
When Man has driven the drone of bees
From all the fields and cemeteries
He'll miss that richness his nature craves
For no flowers will grow upon our graves
And you tell your children, "life finds a way"
You can reap dark honey from the dying day
And leave a little sweetness to soothe our stings
And the slightest suffering winter brings