When The Bees Are In The Hive



By the millstreams sits the Miller's lovely daughter
Her cheeks are like the first red rose of June
Her sweet voice sounds like the rippling water
As so tenderly she hums an old love tune
But soon her song of love has turned to sorrow
For her sweetheart has come to say good-bye
He is thinking sadly of the morrow
As he kisses her and murmurs with a sigh


    
When the bees are in the hive and the honey's in the comb
And the golden sun beams bend to kiss the dew
As the old mill wheel turns round I love you Mary
When the bees are in the hive I'll come to you



By the mill stream sits a lonely maid pining
And her fancy like the stream, rolls far away
As she looks into the silvery water shining
She adds her golden locks now tinged with gray
Long years she's waited there for his returning
But the years pass by and her waiting's all in vain
As she looks down the river for his coming
So tenderly she sings this old refrain



 * Refrain