Bumblebee

Oh why does the bumblebee fly

Oh why why people do die

Why's the wind blowing so high

Why why why

Oh see the grass and the great green tree

They are so pretty I believe

Grass has roots wind is free

And that's 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

Why why why

Oh I know a place where the cannonballs roll

And they hurt your body and they hurt your soul

Aren't even worth a pound of coal

Cause that's the way things are

Oh why does the bumblebee fly

Oh why why do people die

Why is the wind blowing so high

Why why why

Oh now I lay me down to sleep

I pray the Lord my soul to keep

We are all God's little sheep

And that's 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 care

And that's the way things are

Oh children there is a game called war

It's a game that knows no rules or law

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

Why why why

Oh here is a dollar bill in my hand

It's made of paper nothing more

Funny how it makes people come to your door

And that's the way things are

Oh where has the brown thrush gone

And why can't we hear his song

What's the difference of right from wrong

Why why why

Oh why does the bumblebee fly

Oh why why do people die

Why is the wind blowing so high

Why why why

Why is the wind blowing so high-oh

Why why why

Cause that's the way things are