Martin Simpson - Dark honey

One summer's ^Aevening, and the kids ran free All the bees were ^Dswarming in the cemet^Eery And they sucked that ^Asweetness their natures crave From the flowers that ^Dgrew on every^A grave And you tell your children, "Life finds a way" You can reap dark ^Dhoney from the dying^E day And leave a little s^Aweetness to soothe our^F#m7 stings And the slightest ^Dsuffering winter^A brings Some other children, some distant home They fear the ^Dhumming of a different ^Edrone Some sugar's ^Aflowing from every pore Some hunger's ^Dgrowing on the spoils of^A war And you tell your children, "Life finds a way" You can reap dark ^Dhoney from the dying^E day And leave a little s^Aweetness to soothe our^F#m7 stings And the slightest ^Dsuffering winter^A brings

^DOn t^Ahe bank of England, some city bee She built a ^Dhive of slav^Eery And her sweet sur^Avival in the midst of ban Is to make dark ^Dhoney from a Cola^A can But you tell your children, "Life finds a way" You can reap dark ^Dhoney from the dying^E day And leave a little s^Aweetness to soothe our^F#m7 stings And the slightest ^Dsuffering winter^A brings When man has driven the drone of bees From all the ^Dfields and ceme^Eteries He'll miss that ^Arichness his nature craves For no flowers will ^Dgrow upon our^A graves And you tell your children, "Life finds a way" You can reap dark ^Dhoney from the dying^E day And leave a little s^Aweetness to soothe our^F#m7 stings And the slightest ^Dsuffering winter^A brings