Wildflower honey

I believe the birds and bees

Gathered round the hemlock trees

They brought their finest offerings

Flowers grown in early spring

To the boy destined to roam

They gave the sweetest honeycomb

And he’s wild flower honey

From the hills of Caroline

Every little kiss from his sugar sweet lips

Taste like wild cherry blossom wine

I close my eyes when he sings

And I can hear the mountains ring

The whippoorwill in his sad song

I smell honeysuckle growing strong

Like an evening summer thunderstorm

From the South sweet and warm

Cause he’s wild flower honey

From the hills of Caroline

Every little kiss from his sugar sweet lips

Taste like wild cherry blossom wine

Then the women swarm around him

Any time he comes to town

I hope and I pray that fate will find a way

To make it my turn next time around

He travels with his gypsy band

Stealing hearts throughout the land

The boys all like his rowdy songs

They tap their feet they sing along

While their women love him young and old

They’ll think of him when the nights get cold

Cause he’s wild flower honey

From the hills of Caroline

Every little kiss from his sugar sweet lips

Taste like wild cherry blossom wine

Then the women swarm around him

Any time he comes to town

I hope and I pray that fate will find a way

To make it my turn next time around

Yeah I hope and I pray, it’s my lucky day

And it will be my turn this time around.

-----Wild Flower Honey by Marie Burns recorded by the Burns Sisters Band
(I went to their concert last night! You can take the girl out of Ithaca but you cannot take the music of Ithaca out of the girl)