Trip Shakespeare - Honey Tree lyrics

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