Bees Laura Cantrell See the sign of the old hotel, w[F]e used to stay there[C] Empty and threadbare, wa[G]ter running cold[C] Searched the streets for old fri[F]ends, met only strangers[C] None who remember, none [G]who would take me home[C] I miss the bees,[Em] I miss the honey[Am] I miss them humm[Dm]ing by the flowered vine[C] My time is short[Em] now, I feel it coming[Am] I’ll see you dar[Dm]ling in the morning light[C] Spent an hour in the waiting roo[F]m of our old headquarters[C] None (guitartabs.cc)
