Honey bee [bad word] buzzing me
I ain't seen you for so long

I need to feel you
I mean the real you
Not the one described to me in song

Out in the woods
Tall pine tree woods
She gave sweet loving to me

Her woodland grace
Her soft embrace
My face in shadow
Honey bee

Won't [bad word] see me in the morning?
Won't [bad word] see me late at night?
For it ain't right, no it just ain't right
You're meant to turn away from the light

Night, all my lights are on
I need a little one on one
This useless, helpless feeling

young man should be blessed with love
There's just flesh and fire below
This [bad word]  senseless reeling
Hands on my face
Some silk and lace
Sweet perfume kisses
For me

Wherever you burn
I have returned
You lucky lady
Honey bee

I have to leave you in the morning
You always wanted to be free

Stay with me
Sweet lucky lady
Don't ever leave me
Honey bee

Awake in cold places
Cool eyes and icy faces
Some dead and some living
Most of them doing something in between

My lady in waiting
Must have turned to hating me
Some bitter awakening this has been
Well next time she calls I'm gonna let her in
Well next time she calls I'm gonna let her in

And if she leaves me in the morning
At least we both have been relieved

Now stay with me
Stay with me
Sweet lucky lady
Don't you ever leave me
Honey bee