Honey sweet, let’s blow that horn
and drive out all the goblins.
These rooms are sometimes filled with thorns
and sometimes we are laughin’,
yes, sometimes we are laughin’.
The story that I’m gonna sing
is from some foreign country.
It’s simple like a mystic smile
and sweet like golden honey,
yes, sweet like golden honey.
We met down where the river rolls
and the tale of love and beauty.
We met down where the things are real
and times are themes of glory,
where times are themes of glory.
You were dressed in silver smiles
and magic spells of wonder.
And in your hair were caught the rays
of moons and suns and angels,
of moons and suns and angels.
And then the distance showed a sound
and we lit all the fires.
Then there was a change of light
bringing in tomorrow,
bringing in tomorrow.
I’m guessin’ now about my tale:
It is never ending.
I’m guessin’ about happiness
and it is eternal,
yes, it is eternal.
Honey sweet, let’s blow that horn
and drive out all the goblins.
These rooms are sometimes filled with thorns
and sometimes we are laughin’,
yes, sometimes we are laughin’.
Lyrics & Music: Michel Montecrossa, © Mira Sound Germany