Bohemian Lullaby

Thinking of you, my honey bee
And how you respire so sweetly

I thought I knew just what to do,
So I marked the map and followed through,
Trudged and trudged and caught the cues,
But still my dear I couldn’t find you.

I thought you’d heard, my silly bird,
What news was on the way,
But as I came, nothing changed
And that’s why we’re here today.

I guess it’s good that I’m lost in the wood,
For in this place I’ve found a friend.
His skin is rough, and his body is tough,
But I think he’s on the mend.

My friend you see, he is a tree,
Who has had a problem or two.
He was all wrong and now his leaves are gone,
And each of us is hollow without you.

But if life is long for men who are wrong then at least one thing must be true.
For as long as live I’ll never forgive that I allowed myself to live without you.