Honey Top Mountain

On the top of Honey Top Mountain
there is a stand near the fountain
where fresh water does flow
A young woman I know
with her child in tow
arrange their bottles in a row
The passion fruit honey is so sweet
If you stop to eat
you'll return ever more
to that delightful honey store
The taste is so rare
Soon you'll start to care
for the maid and her child
Her manner is mild
but her heart can be wild
I stole a kiss
from the pretty miss
I was infatuated post haste
and never leave that place
One day you might wonder
a thought loud as thunder
The hives are out of sight?
There’s no buzzing in the night?
I'll tell you a secret story
the honey is her glory
It comes not from the bees
I did kneel at her knees
With luck I did share
when her thighs were bare
her gift, she did care
A rosebud is there
I milked for an hour
that tender sweet flower
She clasped her legs tight
round my head with her might
and from that rare place
she coated my face
with the passion fruit honey
you can't buy with money
It is her love's gift
My heart it did swell
No more I will tell
There on Honey Top Mountain
where fresh water spills from the fountain