Oh, when the day is blue   I'll sit here wondering about you   And how the pollen fell all around your face   In strange yellow patterns, but      I wasn't prepared for this, I...   I wasn't prepared for this, I...      When the morning came,   the bees flew down and wrapped themselves around me   and that's when I spoke the word to   have them trace your face for me in pollen. But...      I wasn't prepared for this, I...   I wasn't prepared for this, I...      Come, come back to me my, my darling   Come, come back to me my, my darling      I wasn't prepared for this, I...   I wasn't prepared for this, I...      When the day is blue   I'll sit here wondering about you...