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