The Bee and the Rose
Good bye, honey bee, you gathered from me
Honey the whole summer long,
But autumn’s here to take me home.
Now I’ll lose the sound of your song,
But go to your nest
And dream of the past.
When winter goes by
Spring returns fast.
Then I’ll return, too,
And open my buds,
Then the loving, tender breeze,
With my fragrance will flood.