Eric Andersen Bumblebee
BUMBLEBEE Eric Andersen 1968
Oh why does the bumblebee fly ?
Oh why oh why do people die ?
Why’s the wind flying so high ?
Oh why, oh why, oh why ?
Oh see the grass and the great green tree
They are so pretty, I believe
Grass has roots...wind is free
And that’s the way things are.
Oh see the water run from the mountains so high
It flows in the land, then runs dry
Comes from the rain all in the sky
Oh why, oh why, oh why?
I know a place where the cannonballs roll
And they hurt your body and they hurt your soul
Aren’t even worth a pound of coal
‘Cause that’s the way things are.
Oh why oh why does the bumblebee fly ?
Oh why oh why do people die ?
Why is the wind blowin’ so high ?
Oh why, oh why, oh why ?
Instrumental
Oh now I lay me down to sleep
I pray the Lord my soul to keep
We are all God’s little sheep
And that’s the way things are.
Oh see the colt and the old gray mare
Like a babe she loves for its care
She can hear, see and care
And that’s the way things are.
Oh children there is a game called ‘war’
It’s a game that knows no rules or law
Child is killed against the wall
And nobody even cares at all.
Oh why does one man love
and why does one man hate ?
Why do we learn too late
Oh why, oh why, oh why ?
Oh here is a dollar bill in my hand
It’s made of paper, nothing more
Funny how it makes people come to your door
And that’s the way things are.
Oh where has the brown thrush gone
And why can’t we hear his song ?
What’s the difference of right from wrong
Oh why, oh why, oh why ?
Instrumental
Oh why does the bumblebee fly ?
Oh why, oh why, do people die ?
Why is the wind blowin’ so high ?
Oh why, oh why, oh why ?
Why is the wind blowin’ so high-oh...
Oh why, oh why, oh why ?
‘Cause that’s the way things are.
