Yellow on the pistons, buzzing in the spring
Pollen engines turning everything to wing
Petal in the carburetor, sweetness in the gear
Hum of every meadow on the rotor of the year
Engines made of orchard, motors made of bloom
Turbines made of buzzing in a quiet little room
Pollen on the cylinder, sweetness on the chain
Engines of the meadow turning sugar into rain
Wind it up, wind it up
Pollen in the pistons, sweetness in the cup
Wind it up, wind it up
Engines of the orchard never let me up
Pollen engines, turning gold
Sweetest little motor that you ever told
Pollen engines, in the spring
Engines of the meadow turning everything to wing
Pollen engines, buzz and shine
Sweetest little rhythm of an orchard line
Pollen engines, never stop
Sweetest little motor till the meadow drops
Listen to the chassis humming in the field
Listen to the engine of the orchard in the yield
Listen to the rotor turning sugar into sound
Listen to the meadow making engine of the ground
Engines made of orchard, motors made of bloom
Turbines made of buzzing in a quiet little room
Pollen on the cylinder, sweetness on the chain
Engines of the meadow turning sugar into rain
Wind it up, wind it up
Pollen in the pistons, sweetness in the cup
Wind it up, wind it up
Engines of the orchard never let me up
Pollen engines, turning gold
Sweetest little motor that you ever told
Pollen engines, in the spring
Engines of the meadow turning everything to wing
Pollen engines, buzz and shine
Sweetest little rhythm of an orchard line
Pollen engines, never stop
Sweetest little motor till the meadow drops
Buzz, buzz, buzz, on the rotor
Buzz, buzz, buzz, on the chain
Buzz, buzz, buzz, in the motor
Buzz, buzz, buzz, turning sugar into rain
Buzz, buzz, buzz, on the wing
Buzz, buzz, buzz, sweetest little thing
Pollen engines, here we are
Sweetest little motor of the orchard and the star
Pollen engines, never sleep
Sweetest little rhythm of the meadow we keep
Pollen engines, golden true
Engines of the meadow always running for you
Pollen engines, buzz and shine
Sweetest little rhythm of the orchard line