Trip Shakespeare Honey Tree
See that blue honey tree in the moonlight, Honey Tree
There's only one kind of fruit on its branches woe is me
When my lover came to me in the moonlight, glory be
A golden bird came alive on the branches of the tree
In the morning when the wind blew freely through the door
A golden plume laid alone in the sunlight on the floor
And my lover never came to the garden anymore
but the feather I will always keep with me. Honey Tree
