When the bees hang around the pollen
And I sit beneath the shade of this tree
When the clear water of the river
Runs gently beside of me
Then my thoughts can drift and wander
Before arriving softly at the place
Do you remember that place
We used to be
And I sit beneath the shade of this tree
When the clear water of the river
Runs gently beside of me
Then my thoughts can drift and wander
Before arriving softly at the place
Do you remember that place
We used to be