When The Bees Are In The Hive - Bill Monroe
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(Bryan/Mills)
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By the mill stream sits the Miller's pretty daughter
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Her cheeks are like the first red rose of June
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Her sweet voice sounds just like the rippling water
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As so tenderly she hums an old love tune
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But soon her song of joy has turned to sorrow
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Her sweetheart now has come to say goodbye
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She thinks of a sad and lonely morrow
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And he hugs her as she murmers with a sigh
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When the bees are in the hive and the honey in the comb
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And the golden sunlight bends to kiss the dew
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While the old mill wheel turns 'round I love you Mary
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And when the bees are in the hive I'll come to you
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By the old mill sits the lonely maid repining
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And her face was like the spring rose far away
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While she looked down in the silver waters shining
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And she sees her golden locks are dimmed with grey
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Long years she's waited there for his returning
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All in vain she's thinking he'll come back someday
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For the lamp of hope still in her heart is burning
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As the old mill wheel turns 'round it seems to say
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When The Bees Are In The Hive
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| Bill Monroe |
