When a bee lies sleepin' in the palm of your
Cold winds may blow over the icy sea
But I'll take
If you want a fancy fan
Or a turkey born in
Now you say you're lonely
You cried the long night through
Well,
So long sad times
Go along bad times
We are rid of
I won't to tell of my love
To the red, red
Keepin' out of mischief now
I really am in love and
I'd like to swim
In a clear blue stream
Where the water
I love your loving arms
They hold a world of charms
A
Hear how the wind begins to whisper
See how the leaves
Who's afraid of the big bad wolf
The big bad wolf
The