Sung by Mrs. Mary Faultz Fayetteville, Ark.
June 12, 1960 Reel 375 Item 1
Collected by Jim Bob Wheeler For M.C. Parler Transcribed by Linda Humphrey
When the Bees are in the Hive
By the millstream site the miller's pretty daughter, And her face looks like the first red rose of June As she sits and looks into the rippling water,
So tenderly she hums this old love tune.
Soon her song of happiness has turned to sorrow,
For her sweetheart has come to say goodby And she sits and ponders of the sad morrow,
And as we linger there we hear her sigh.
When the bees are in the hive And the honey's in the comb
And the golden sunbeams bend to kiss the dew, When the old mill wheel turns around,
I'll love you, Mary,
When the bees are in the hive,
I'll come to you.Reel 375, Item 1
When the Bees are in the Hive continued
By the mill wheel sits a lonely maiden pining,
And her fancy like the stream runs far away.
As she looks into the rivers shining water,
Ahe sees her golden hair has turned to gray;
Long years she's waited there for his returning,
All in vain she hopes he'll return some day,
Still sadly gazing at the rippling water,
As the old mill wheel turns around, it seems to say:
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