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On a summer day in the month of May |
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A burly bum came hiking |
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Down a shady lane through the sugar cane |
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He was looking for his liking |
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As he roamed along, he sang a song |
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Of the land of milk and honey |
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Where a bum can stay for many a day |
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And he won't need any money |
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Oh, the buzzin' of the bees |
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In the cool shade trees |
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Near the crystal water fountain |
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At the lemonade springs |
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Where the bluebird sings |
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On the big rock candy mountain |
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Oh, a farmer and his son, they were on the run |
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To the hayfield they were bounding |
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Said the bum to the son, "Why don't you come |
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To that big rock candy mountain?" |
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So the very next day they hiked away |
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The mileposts they kept counting |
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But they never arrived at the lemonade tide |
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On the big rock candy mountain |
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Oh, the buzzin' of the bees |
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In the cool shade trees |
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Near the crystal water fountain |
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At the lemonade springs |
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Where the bluebird sings |
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On the big rock candy mountain |
