Luyện nghe bài hát When The Bees Are In The Hive

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

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

But soon her song of joy has to sorrow
Her now has come to say goodbye
She thinks of a sad and lonely
And he hugs her as she murmers a sigh

When the bees are in the hive and the in the comb
And the sunlight bends to kiss the dew
While the old mill turns 'round I love you Mary
And the bees are in the hive I'll come to you

By the old mill sits the lonely repining
And her face was like the rose far away
While she down in the silver waters shining
And she sees her golden locks are dimmed grey

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