He might pass by in the hour of need

There's a lot of souls

Ain't drinking from no well locked in a factory



Hey  look there goes

Hey  look there goes

If you're after getting the honey  hey

Then you don't go killing all the bees



Lord, there goes Martin Luther King

Notice how the door closes when the chimes of freedom ring

I hear what you're saying, I hear what he's saying

*Is what was true now no longer so



Hey  I hear what you're saying

Hey  I hear what he's saying

If you're after getting the honey  hey

Then you don't go killing all the bees



What the people are saying

And we know every road  go, go

What the people are saying

There ain't no berries on the trees



Let the summertime sun

Fall on the apple  fall on the apple



Lord, there goes a Buick fortynine

Black sheep of the angels riding, riding down the line

We think there is a soul, we don't know

That soul is hard to find



Hey  down along the road

Hey  down along the road

If you're after getting the honey

Then you don't go killing all the bees



Hey  it's what the people are saying

It's what the people are saying

Hey  there ain't no berries on the trees

Hey  that's what the people are saying, no berries on the trees

You're checking out the honey, baby

You had to go killin' all the bees