everyone has their own story
you have yours I have mine
today mine happens to be about a
a yellow dress
and behind the yellow dress
lies a warm and beating heart
that longs to tell a story
of which we are all a part

oh oh oh I love these things
so these things shall I bee

the honey bee
it has taken me so long to get up to speed
a looooonnnggggg winter
but the sun is slowly warming me
and ssssooo here I go towards the garden of love

oh oh oh I love these things
so these things shall I bee

the garden of love I can see it now
I am meandering as fast as I can
want to sip the nectar
I am making my way back to where I belong

oh oh oh I love these things
so these things shall I bee

and when I lay me down to sleep
in my flowery keep
the moon upon my face
I dream of bowls of milk

sailin' towards a sea of
roses