Luyện nghe bài hát When The Bees Are In The Hive

When The Bees Are In The Hive - Bill
(Bryan/Mills)

By the mill stream sits the Miller's pretty
Her cheeks are like the first red rose of
Her sweet voice just like the rippling water
As so tenderly she hums an old tune

But soon her of joy has turned to sorrow
Her sweetheart now has to say goodbye
She of a sad and lonely morrow
And he hugs her as she with a sigh

When the are in the hive and the honey in the comb
And the golden bends to kiss the dew
While the old mill wheel turns 'round I you Mary
And when the bees are in the hive I'll to you

By the old mill sits the lonely maid
And her face was the spring rose far away
While she looked down in the waters shining
And she sees her golden are dimmed with grey

years she's waited there for his returning
All in vain she's thinking he'll come someday
For the lamp of still in her heart is burning
As the old mill wheel turns 'round it to say