Luyện nghe bài hát When The Bees Are In The Hive

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

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

But her song of joy has turned to sorrow
Her sweetheart now has 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 honey in the
And the sunlight bends to kiss the dew
While the old wheel turns 'round I love 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 in the silver waters shining
And she sees her golden locks are with grey

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