(Rick Marlow - Robert W. Scott)

Cold winds may blow over the icy sea
I'll take with me the warmth of Thee a taste of honey
A taste much sweeter than wine
I will return, I'll return, I'll come back for the honey and you.

I'll leave behind I'll leave behind my heart to wear
And may it e'er remind you of a taste of honey
A taste much sweeter than wine
I will return, I said I'll return, I'll come back for the honey and you.

She ne'er came back to her love so fair
And so he died dreaming of his kiss her kiss of honey
A taste more bitter than wine
I will return, oh, I'll return, I'll come back for the honey and you.

I'll come back for the honey and you...