The Bee Master
I'd like to introduce you to a man of many hats
he is well beyond such summing up, yet a very simple chap
they call this cat the Bee Master, he holds a special key
to the secrets of an ancient art, the shamanic way of the bee
The Bee Master knows what the buzz is all about
he's spreadin' his pollen all over, tryin' to get the word out
it ain't so easy, you got to bury your body in the earth
to truly understand just what the bee is worth
I've got bees on my mind, i've got bees
I've got bees
He's tastey on that fiddle, he'll carve you a rattle
sharpen your knife with his black, trusty stone
you might find him with his eyes closed, standing in a puddle,
licking honey from his fingers, thinkin' about how to make the perfect tone
You might be walkin' along, so sure upon your path
then he'll step out from behind a tree and when you jump and shriek
he'll laugh. He'll say, “Call me Coyote! Have you found your sit spot yet?
It's the place you go to hear the sounds you only hear when you're quiet...
Did you rise to greet the sun? Wasn't she grand?
Have you met the dragon tree or seen where the deer sleep in this land?”
I've got bees on my mind, I've got bees,
He's sippin' on a horse tail, carving faces of the ancient ones
dippin' beezwax candles, tacklin' the job till the work is done
he's so slow you don't see him move, but he's making his way upstream
taking naps in the house of the medicine woman, making notes in the sands of his dreams
Eagle feathers float down as he strides into the bush
with just a cottonwood bowl he carved himself
preparing for the final push
and he knows in his bones that it's comin'
a world where his kids can thrive
and the sweet, sweet way to make it so
is to honor the beehive!
So summon up your song of spheres,
listen as the bee master cheers you on
to heed Coyote's call
and make your way to holy ground
in the backyard, bees buzzin' all around
in that sound, you become all!
I've got bees on my mind, I've got bees....I've got bees.
I got bees on my mind, I got bees.....I got bees