When The Bees Are In The Hive Lyrics - Bill Monroe

When The Bees Are In The Hive - Bill Monroe 

(Bryan/Mills) 

By the mill stream sits the Miller's pretty daughter 

Her cheeks are like the first red rose of June 

Her sweet voice sounds just like the rippling water 

As so tenderly she hums an old love tune 

But soon her song of joy has turned to sorrow 

Her sweetheart now has come to say goodbye 

She thinks of a sad and lonely morrow 

And he hugs her as she murmers with a sigh 

When the bees are in the hive and the honey in the comb 

And the golden sunlight bends to kiss the dew 

While the old mill wheel turns 'round I love you Mary 

And when the bees are in the hive I'll come to you 

By the old mill sits the lonely maid repining 

And her face was like the spring rose far away 

While she looked down in the silver waters shining 

And she sees her golden locks are dimmed with grey 

Long years she's waited there for his returning 

All in vain she's thinking he'll come back someday 

For the lamp of hope still in her heart is burning 

As the old mill wheel turns 'round it seems to say