Lyrics

[Verse 1] Time cooks us Until we're old and full of days Until we've dug and drunk strange waters Shelter in the rootplate when the tree is overblown Lie with the darkness, it can't kill you all on its own Seek me in the morning, but I shall not be My harp is turned to mourning My organ to the voice of them that weep None must, all may, some should So why don't we? [Chorus] Bring spirit, bring song Bring warmth and wine to my table Bee of the moment got to get the last feed As any players in wheat and wine will tell you [Verse 2] The deep thrumming buzz of the grumbling hive The sparks fly upward, bone-rumpеd cows mine the riversidе Rolling banjo prickles like rain across a pond Whirlpools swallow lily pads, there and they're gone [Chorus] Bring spirit, bring song Bring warmth and wine to my table Bee of the moment got to get the last feed As any players in wheat and wine will tell you Bring spirit, bring song Bring warmth and wine to my table Bee of the moment got to get the last feed As any players in wheat and wine will tell you [Bridge] The less spirit they have, the more body they need When language goes walking, it needs something on which to feed Silence is golden, the word is silver The clock reads, "Each one wounds, and the last one's a killer" [Chorus] Bring spirit, bring song Bring warmth and wine to my table Bee of the moment got to get the last feed As any players in wheat and wine will tell you Bring spirit, bring song Bring warmth and wine to my table Bee of the moment got to get the last feed As any players in wheat and wine will tell you