Текст песни When The Bees Are In The Hive - Bill Monroe
By the mill stream sit the miller's pretty daughter
And her cheeks were like the first red rose of June
Why her sweet voice sounded like the rippling water
As so tenderly she hummed an old love tune?
But soon her song of joy has turned to sorrow
For her sweetheart now has come to say goodbye
She's thinking of all the sad and lonely 'morrow
As he kisses her and murmured with a sigh
When the bees are in their hive and the honey's in the comb
And the golden sun been bend to kiss the dew
While the old mill wheel turns 'round, I love you Mary
Oh and when the bees are in their hive, I'll come to you
When the bees are in their hive and the honey's in the comb
And the golden sun been bend to kiss the dew
While the old mill wheel turns 'round, I love you Mary
Oh when the bees are in their hive, I'll come to you
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