Who Is More Blessed

Who is more blessed
He to whom all is given
Or is it he from whom
All is taken away
Life isn't funny
Grubbing for money
Is it the bees that make the honey
Or the honey that makes the bees

Here comes the winter
We gather many splinters
Getting the wood to build our fires
To keep the cold at bay
Here me say now

Who is more blessed
He to whom all is given
Or is it he from whom
All is taken away
Life isn't funny
Grubbing for money
Is it the bees that make the honey
Or the honey that makes the bees

I saw a year out walking
She didn't do to much talking
When I smiled she took my hand
And the night became the day
Here me say now

Who is more blessed
He to whom all is given
Or is it he from whom
All is taken away
Life isn't funny
Grubbing for money
Is it the bees that make the honey
Or the honey that makes the bees

Before the mirror
We must surrender
Beneath that deep and penetrating
Gaze here me say now

Who is more blessed
He to whom all is given
Or is it he from whom
All is taken away
Life isn't funny
Grubbing for money
Is it the bees that make the honey
Or the honey that makes the bees s

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Words and Music written by GREG MURÁT ©1974
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