If I could buy a little dream, and make that dream come true

I’d protect the honey bee, from all the things we do

I’d watch them in the meadow clover, and every blossom tree

Creating from the flowers chalice, a magic alchemy

Oh Oh woe is me….. Crying for the honey bee

Too comfortable to listen, Too cool to even care

You better choose, you’re going to lose, a friend beyond compare,

Empty like a broken dam, Hearts that hold no love

We cannot hear the angels cry, their message from above

Oh oh woe is me….Crying for the honey bee

So love will melt to memory, and pain will blend to song

That’s how we’ll all remember, our tragic, fatal, wrong

Gone from sight the final bee, Twilight calling, you are free

Stranded orchard, empty skies, Oh how we’ll mourn with tearful eyes

Oh oh woe is me…….. Crying for the honey bee

Beneath the scented blossom trees, I hear the song of golden bees

It tells me we should really care, for in their fate we will share

Nature gives no punishment, she offers no reward

There are only consequences, of living by the sword

Oh oh woe is me….. Crying for the honey bee