Tell the Bees

Sweet honey-sucking bees
Sweet honey-sucking bees
Sweet honey-sucking bees
Sweet honey-sucking bees
Why do you still
Why do you still
Why do you still
Why do you still
Surfeit on roses, pinks and violets?
Surfeit on roses, pinks and violets?
My golden Queen holds court within
Her windows they are many;
Her castle is a treasure house
And all her wealth is honey
Her kingdom stretches far and wide
Though she keeps to her chambers
Her knights ride daily out on quest
And vie to win her favours
Through famine, plague and peril, all
And fields bereft of flowers
No nectar for my Queen this day;
All empty stand her bowers
Tell the bees when you have news from home
Tell the bees when you are grieving
And perhaps the bees will make reply
And say why they are leaving…
My golden Queen held court within;
Her windows they stand empty
Her castle was a treasure house
In remembered days of plenty