Bumblebee from TRESPASS by Alex Roberts (UK)

The way we cut our teeth back then,
Seems like a wild dream,
A world we manifested where,
No time tugs at the seams,
And even though we grafted hard,
We made the world our own,
And the scars we bear are testament,
To how hold our own,
How we hold our own,

A bumblebee awakening,
To the murmur of spring,

Where you find home make home,
Home is home,
Home is home,
Where you find peace make peace,
Peace by peace,
Peace by peace,

In that hazy daydream you did not expect to find,
Scattered pieces of your childhood,
That had wandered from your mind,
Cut the cloth thread the needle,
To this seven year itch,
No you can't avoid the labour,
You must pick up every stitch,

It’s how we hold our own,
How we hold our own,

Where you find home make home,
Home is home,
Home is home,
Where you find peace make peace,
Peace by peace,
Peace by peace,

Carry the bee from stone to flower,
Carry the heart from concrete to bower,
Carry the seed from stone to plate,
Carry the load - shoulder the weight,

It’s how we hold our own,
How we hold our own,

Where you find home make home,
Home is home,
Home is home,
Where you find peace make peace,
Peace by peace,
Peace by peace,
Where you find love make love,
Love is love,
Love love,
It’s how we hold our own,
It’s how we hold our own,

• Folk
• bouzouki
• finger-style guitar
• lap steel guitar
• singer-songwriter
• storytelling
• United Kingdom