Everyone has their own story

You have yours, I have mine

Today mine happens to be about

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 be

The honey bee

It has taken me so long

To get up to speed a long winter

But the sun is slowly warming me

And so here I go towards the garden of love

Oh oh oh, I love these things

So these things shall I be

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 be

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