Listen to the Bees
I’ll take you down to see the water,
As was your dying wish.
To hear the river bubbling by,
To see the silver fish.
I’ll lay you down on grasses green,
Surrounded by meadow flowers,
To smell their sent, to hear the bees,
In your last few hours.
So you can gaze across the valley,
And see the church among the trees,
There your eyes may close, and forever be at peace,
Surrounded by the meadow flowers, and listening to the bees.