Where the Bee Sucks, Ben Whishaw
Where the bee sucks there suck I
In a cowslips bell I lie.
There I couch where owls do cry on a bat's back I do fly
After summer merrily.
Merrily, merrily shall I live now
Under the blossom that hangs on the bough.
In a cowslips bell I lie.
There I couch where owls do cry on a bat's back I do fly
After summer merrily.
Merrily, merrily shall I live now
Under the blossom that hangs on the bough.