Buzzing in the Morning

[Verse] In a small town where the wildflowers grow, Lives a man named Jason Harris, don't you know, He's up at dawn with a heart full of cheer, Tending to the beehives, year after year. [Verse 2] He loves the way the honey glistens in the light, With a taste so sweet, makes everything alright, Jason and his bees, in a dance so fine, In the fields of gold, they always shine. [Chorus] Buzzing in the morning, under a sky so blue, Jason and his honey, always know what to do, From the busiest hives to the figs on the tree, Life's sweetest nectar is the passion in me. [Verse 3] When the figs are ripe, he picks them with care, Deathly harvested, he don't mind the wear, Their sweetness mixed with honey, a treat so grand, A love for simple gifts from this wild, wild land. [Verse 4] His hat’s worn and dusty, his boots caked with dirt, Living a life where hard work ain't a hurt, With hands in the hive and eyes on the fig, Jason Harris finds joy in life’s simplest rig. [Chorus] Buzzing in the morning, under a sky so blue, Jason and his honey, always know what to do, From the busiest hives to the figs on the tree, Life's sweetest nectar is the passion in me.