The Queen Bee
Holds her wings to me
Among the paper roses
Nothing seems so long ago
And yes, you still look pretty
Home is where your roses grow
She said "It's a lucky thing you know"
Three fists of sand
Thrown to the sea
And three coins in the fountain
To and fro this turnpike goes
Let's turn these wheels to wings
Wash away the devil's play
Three for you and three for me
Wash away the devil's play
Three for you and three for me
To the sea
Home is where your roses grow
She said "It's a lucky thing you know"
We're going home
