Bees - Laura Cantrell

See the sign of the old hotel

We used to stay there

Empty and threadbare

Water running cold

Searched the streets for old friends

Met only strangers

None who remember

None who would take me home

I miss the bees I miss the honey

I miss them humming by the flowered vine

My time is short now

I feel it coming

I'll see you darling

In the morning light

Spend an hour in the waiting room

Of our old headquarters

None brougth my order

I road on alone

With my portrait missing

From their hall of honour

No frame to claim me

In silver black and gold

Lost in the afternoon

Missing an hour or two

Tuned the crystal set

It's never failed me yet

No voice to say goodbye

Tears on my face have dried

I'll be coming through

On that wavelenght the heart can tune

I miss the bees I miss the honey

I miss them humming by the flowered vine

My time is short now

I see it coming

I'll meet you darling

In the morning light

No voice to say goodbye

Tears on my face have dried

I'll be coming through

On that wavelenght the heart can tune

I miss the bees I miss the honey

I miss them humming by the flowered vine

My time is short now

I see it coming

I'll see you darling

On the other side