Everyone has their own story   You have yours, I have mine   Today mine happens to be about   A yellow dress      And behind the yellow dress   Lies a warm and beating heart   That longs to tell a story   Of which we are all a part      Oh oh oh, I love these things   So these things shall I be   The honey bee      It has taken me so long   To get up to speed a long winter   But the sun is slowly warming me   And so here I go towards the garden of love      Oh oh oh, I love these things   So these things shall I be      The garden of love I can see it now   I am meandering as fast as I can   Want to sip the nectar   I am making my way back to where I belong      Oh oh oh, I love these things   So these things shall I be      And when I lay me down to sleep   In my flowery keep   The moon upon my face   I dream of bowls of milk   Sailin' towards a sea of roses