Bumblebee - Eric Andersen

Oh why does the bumblebee fly?

Oh why oh why do people die?

Whys the wind flying so high?

Oh why, oh why, oh why?

Oh see the grass and the great green tree

They are so pretty, I believe

Grass has roots wind is free

And thats the way things are

Oh see the water run from the mountains so high

It flows in the land, then runs dry

Comes from the rain all in the sky

Oh why, oh why, oh why?

I know a place where the cannonballs roll

And they hurt your body and they hurt your soul

Arent even worth a pound of coal

Cause thats the way things are

Oh why oh why does the bumblebee fly?

Oh why oh why do people die?

Why is the wind blowin so high?

Oh why, oh why, oh why?

Oh now I lay me down to sleep

I pray the Lord my soul to keep

We are all Gods little sheep

And thats the way things are

Oh see the colt and the old gray mare

Like a babe she loves for its care

She can hear, see and share

And thats the way things are

Oh children there is a game called war

Its a game that knows no rules or law

A Child is killed against the wall

And nobody even cares at all

Oh why does one man love

And why does one man hate?

Why do we learn too late

Oh why, oh why, oh why?

Oh here is a dollar bill in my hand

Its made of paper, nothing more

It’s funny how it makes people come to your door

And thats the way things are

Oh where has the brown thrush gone

And why can’t we hear his song?

Whats the difference of right from wrong

Oh why, oh why, oh why?

Oh why does the bumblebee fly?

Oh why, oh why, do people die?

Why is the wind blowin so high?

Oh why, oh why, oh why?

Why is the wind blowin so high-oh…

Oh why, oh why, oh why?

Cause thats the way things are