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