Divinity used water for the deed
Of making wine, a miracle, it’s true
And yet these vintners make their lucious mead
From honey and the fruit that grows here too!
When Deseret was founded, long ago
I wonder if the “saints” who planted trees
Suspected that the fruit that they would grow
Would mingle with the gold from honey bees
This land of fruit and honey is alive
With wine that’s made within this treasured Hive.