Sticky green and frond Flowers in bloom beyond Living as a vagabond With sticky green and frond Wherever I roam is home On this road in which I'm on And in my woodland dome I sleep and watch and wish upon The stars like sugar Crystal's Like a snowy forest in freeze I dream of better days and love As her scent fills the breeze. With sticky green and frond I live as a vagabond Where I roam is home With harvest of what I've grown. © Pickle Juice
