Penelope

Last night as you were sailing The journey of a thousand seas Terror broke inside my heart I heard you'd gone missing And the golden bees were making Sweet honey from the olive tree And the golden bees were making Sweet honey from the olive tree Last night as I weaved You were sleeping in the arms of another It was my, my undoing Spring breaking from inside my heart Last night as you were scheming Planes invaded the starry skies Fire rained down as from the sun I wept in the garden And the golden bees were making Sweet honey from the olive tree And the golden bees were making Sweet honey from the olive tree Last night you cried out to me I'm coming home Penelope Please please please wait for me I'm going home Penelope Last night as I lay sleeping I dreamt of God inside my heart I felt a fire as from the sun Oh dear Lord I can't hold on And the golden bees were making Sweet honey from the olive tree And the golden bees were making Sweet honey from the olive tree Last night as I prayed I could not, could not delay Our son's questions, his twelfth birthday What you you have me say Last night as I was sailing Sailing home from my odyssey I dreamt of you inside my heart I dreamt of you Penelope And the golden bees were making Sweet honey of my errors And the golden bees were making Sweet honey of my treasures And the golden bees were making Sweet honey of my jealousy And the golden bees were making Sweet honey of our destiny And the golden bees were making Sweet honey from the olive tree Sweet honey from the olive tree Sweet honey from the olive tree Sweet honey from the olive tree