He likes the lilacs in my garden I love to watch him fly He's just a tiny, fuzzy ball And I wonder how he can fly at all
A world without him I dread to think what that would be And I imagine my distress It would be a new kind of loneliness
But for now, I'm in my garden Watching clouds sail with the breeze Feeling carefree as I listen To the hum of bumblebees
It's quite absurd, this summer morning To think we could be trapped Inside a world where all is changing Too fast for bumblebees to adapt
From thyme to bluebell From hyacinth to lily rose Oh, how I do adore the sight Of his rather clumsy, erratic flight
And for now, I'm in my garden Watching clouds sail with the breeze Feeling carefree as I listen To the hum of bumblebees
Yes, for now, I'm in my garden Watching clouds sail with the breeze Feeling sad for those who'd never Hear the hum of bumblebees
Oh yes, for now, I'm in my garden Watching clouds sail with the breeze Feeling sad for those who'd never Hear the hum of bumblebees
Compositores: Benny Goran Bror Andersson (STIM), Bjoern K Ulvaeus (PRS)Editor: Sweden Music Ab (STIM)ECAD verificado obra #31834973 em 03/Abr/2024 com dados da UBEM