Drone - Jack Bruce

I saw a bumble bee today

He shook his head and turned away

The daffodils looked cold and wan

I wondered were the spring had gone

But they don’t know like I know

You rode the horses into glue

And they can’t feel like I feel you

You rode the horses into stew

You turned the few good men against you

I listened for the nightingale

They’ve put his scrubland up for sale

They asked him where he’d like to go

He sung to them I do not know

For five hours he would sing to me

While bombers droned across the sea

They told him where he’d like to go

He sung to them and shut the door

He sung to them and locked the door

The dogs are barking in the street

They cannot find enough to eat

The wolf’s fangs drool his poisoned breath

He worries something half to death

If they catch you they won’t catch me

And bombers drone to keep us free

If they catch you they can’t catch me

Your courage and your fortitude

Will give us victory