Cook and Rose

Lyrics

Honey from Dried Grass
by Christopher Cook

There is honey at your table
Made from dried grass
It tastes a little bitter
But it helps you hold your fast

The bees search the hillsides
For the sweetest drops of dew
They find them in the footprints
Left there by you

The story of the Apache
It’s right there on your face
And you can still ride and shoot
Oh, just in case

The border is changin’ every day
But you’ve got your place
and you’re gonna stay

You work in the kitchen
And you dance by the fire
You don’t give a damn anymore
Let the future conspire

On your wall there are ribbons
Hanging from your tambourine
They speak of the revolution
Before things got so mean

Our story comes down to us
It’s given in the blood
To our eternal souls it shouldn’t matter that much
We’re just ghosts in the flood

I don’t know if every phoenix
Can rise and be saved
But the old man watches over you
From beyond the grave

There is honey on your table
Made from dried grass
It tastes a little bitter
But it helps you hold your fast

The bees search the hillsides
For the sweetest drops of dew
They find them in the footprints
Left there by you