The Comedy of a Harmony

Stings my soul like a stinging bee

And only you can wrestle silently

To see the days of the sun and clouds

And the fallen drops of rain pour down

The rays of sunshine blind my eyes

But when I look up I see clear skies


Because the Comedy of a Harmony

Blows heavily against you and me

And we may never see the end of this harmony


It may be cloudy

But we’ll stay inside till it’s clear

It may be sunny

And we’ll stay loving


It’s the end of the Harmony

And we can be who we wanted to be

The Comedy of a Harmony

Will love my soul like a loving bee

And you and me will always be


A harmony