Bees (Laura Cantrell) See the sign of the old hotel, we used to stay there Empty and threadbare, water running cold Searched the streets for old friends, met only strangers None who remember, none who would take me home I miss the bees, I miss the honey I miss them humming by the flowered vine My time is short now, I feel it coming I’ll see you darling in the morning light Spent an hour in the waiting room of our old headquarters None brought my orders I rode on alone With my portrait missing from their hall of honor No frame to claim me in silver black and gold Lost in the afternoon missing an hour or two Turn the crystal set never failed me yet No voice to say goodbye, tears on my face have dried I’ll be coming through on that wavelength a heart can tune I miss the bees, I miss the honey I miss them humming by the flowered vine My time is short now, I feel it coming I’ll see you darling in the morning light No voice to say goodbye, tears on my face have dried I’ll be coming through on that wavelength a heart can tune I miss the bees, I miss the honey I miss them humming by the flowered vine My time is short now, I feel it coming I’ll see you darling in the morning light