Bees
Melancholic Echoes: Laura Cantrell's Poignant Ode to Lost Love and Fading Memories
Lyrics
See the sign of the old hotel
Seeing the indication of the old hotel
We used to stay there
We used to lodge there
Empty and threadbare
Empty and worn out
Water running cold
The water supply is now cold
Searched the streets for old friends
Searched the streets looking for old acquaintances
Met only strangers
Encountered only unfamiliar people
None who remember
No one who remembers
None who would take me home
No one willing to take me back home
I miss the bees, I miss the honey
Expressing a longing for the bees
I miss them humming by the flowered vine
Longing for the sound of bees buzzing near flowering vines
My time is short now, I feel it coming
Feeling the approach of the end of one's time
I'll see you darling in the morning light
Anticipating meeting a loved one again in the morning
Spent an hour
Spent time waiting
In the waiting room
In the waiting area
Of our old headquarters
At the former place where decisions were made
None brought my orders
No one presented my commands/instructions
I rode on alone with my portrait
Traveling alone with my image/picture
Missing from their hall of honor
My portrait missing from their esteemed collection
No frame to claim me
No frame to identify me
In silver black and gold
In silver, black, and gold (referring to the portrait)
Lost in the afternoon
Lost in the time after noon
Missing an hour or two
Lost an hour or two
Turn the crystal set
Adjusting the crystal set (radio)
Never failed me yet
It has never disappointed me
No voice to say goodbye
No one to bid farewell
Tears on my face have dried
Tears on the face have dried up
I'll be coming through
I'll be passing through
On that wavelength a heart can tune
On a frequency/channel that a heart can connect to
I miss the bees, I miss the honey
Yearning for the presence of bees
I miss them humming by the flowered vine
Desiring the sound of bees near flowering vines
My time is short now, I feel it coming
Feeling the imminence of the end of life
I'll see you darling in the morning light
Expecting to reunite with a loved one in the morning
No voice to say goodbye
No one to bid farewell
Tears on my face have dried
Tears on the face have dried up
I'll be coming through
I'll be passing through
On that wavelength a heart can tune
On a frequency/channel that a heart can connect to
I miss the bees I miss the honey
Longing for the presence of bees
I miss them humming by the flowered vine
Desiring the sound of bees near flowering vines
My time is short now, I feel it coming
Feeling the imminence of the end of life
I'll see you darling on the other side
Expecting to reunite with a loved one in the afterlife
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