Farm inside of the sea Touch of the breeze Bread is to man like hay is to beast Honey from a weed For to make his mead Grown sweet from a bitter seed
He inhales the fragrance Of the Wilderness Four men step upon Queen Anne’s lace Scarlet to Mars, bed of hay Driftwood dries for the evening fire
How in the world did we get this far? Driving around in our motorcars Where in the world can we see the stars? Hollywood, Greece or Mars
Onions for fish A wish for a wish Bread is to man, hay is to beast Amber wine for his lunchtime Beans for soup from his garden green
Weary feet after a day of heat Bed of hay, scarlet to Mars Spine of the mountain, marbled green Honey from a weed For to make his mead
How in the world did we get this far? Driving around in our motorcars Where in the world can we see the stars? Hollywood, Greece or Mars
A farm inside of the sea Touch of the breeze Bread is to man like hay is to beast Honey from a weed For to make his mead Grown sweet from a bitter seed
Bread is to man like hay is to beasty
How in the world did we get this far? Driving around in our motorcars Where in the world can we see the stars? Hollywood, Greece or Mars