| lyric | 1. On a summer day in the month of May
aburly bum came hiking,
Down a shady lane throught the sugar cane;
He was looking for his liking.
As he roamed along he sang a song
of theland of milk and honey,
Where a bum can stay for many a day,
And he won’t need any money
Chorus:
Oh, the buzzin’ of thebees
in the cigarette trees
And the soda water fountain,
At the lemonade springs
where the bluebird sings
On the big rock candy mountain.
2. There’s a lake of gin we can both jump in
And the handouts grow on bushes;
In the new-mown hay we can sleep all day,
And the bars all have free lunches.
Where the mail train stops and there ain’t no cops
And the folks are tender-hearted,
Where you never change your socks and rocks,
And your hair is never parted.
Oh, the buzzin’ of the bees . . .
3. Oh, a farmer and his son, they were on the run,
To the hay field they were bounding.
Said the burn to the son, ,,Why don’t you come
To that big rock candy mountain?“
So the very next day they hiked away,
The mile posts they kept counting,
But they never arrived at the lemonade tide
On the big rock candy mountain.
Oh, the buzzin’ of the bees . . . |