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 pretty daughter
Her cheeks are the first red rose of June
Her sweet voice sounds just like the water
As so tenderly she hums an old love

But her song 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 murmers with a

the bees are in the hive and the honey in the comb
And the golden sunlight to kiss the dew
While the old wheel turns 'round I love you Mary
And when the bees are in the hive come to you

By the old mill the lonely maid repining
And her face was the spring rose far away
While she looked down in the 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 someday
For the lamp of still in her heart is burning
As the old mill turns 'round it seems to say