Honey Pot Songtext
von Hölderlin

There once lived a man sly as a fox
Who finally made up his mind to settle down in the woods
To live in peace and happiness far off the mean old world
And to get over all disillusions
So year after year he strolled about day by day in his quiet wood
Gathering honey in a jar just like a busy little bee
He carried it home and fixed the jar right above his rocking chair
Without ever daring to taste it
Then one day as the jar was almost filled
The thought came up to him that hanging way up high
He might hold a good fortune and if he′d stay industrious
He sure could take a dear neat wife in days that would come soon
And maybe it would be enough for bringing up a little son


He gladly hoped his wife could bear to him
He would raise the son to be a noble gentleman
So that the world might look at him in pride and
AdmirationRejoicing loud he rocked in his chair, quite mad with joy
Reflecting on the outlooks and good chances ahead
To and fro, higher and higher, and suddenly
He tumbled headlong through the air
And happened to hit the honey pot
The jar came down and the precious gold was pouring
On our cunning crank
So that he was forced to swim for his very life
And we tend to believe that this way
Is not the one that leads to happiness