The Max Hunter Folk Song Collection

When the Bees Are in the Hive

Cat. #1198 (MFH #832) - As sung by Ollie Gilbert, Mountain View, Arkansas on August 31, 1971

VERSE 1
By th mill stream stood a millers pretty daughter
An' her cheeks, like th red rose of June
An' her sweet voice sound like th ripplin' water
An' so sadly she hummed that ole love tune

VERSE 2
-- --- --- -- -- --- -- --- --turn to sorrow
All in vain she think that he'll return someday
For th lamp of hope, still in her heart is burning
As the ole mill wheel turns around it seems to say

CHORUS:
When th bees are in th hive
An' th honey in th comb
An' th golden sunbeams bends to kiss th dew
When th ole mill wheel turns 'round
I love you Mary
An' I'll be coming back to you

VERSE 3
By th mill stream sets a lovely maiden
An' her voice is like th stream, rolls far away
As she looked down as th silver water shining
An' she seed her golden hair has turned to gray

VERSE 4
Long years she has waited for his coming
It is vain, she thinks he wil return someday
For th lamp of hope still in her heart is burning
As th ole mill wheel turns 'round it seem to say