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