and he vowed just like the bee, I will build a home for thee -- 1901 -- American import

Speranza 1901 uou are my honey, honeysuckle, I am the bee, I’d like to sip the honey sweet from those red lips, you see I love you dearly, dearly, and I want you to love me, you are my honey, honeysuckle, I am the bee. on a summer afternoon, where the honeysuckles bloom, when all nature seemed at rest. ‘neath a little rustic bower, mid the perfume of the flower, a maiden sat with one she loved the best. as they sang the songs of love, from the arbour just above, came a bee which lit upon the vine; as it sipped the honey-dew, they both vowed they would be true, then he whispered to her words she thought divine. so beneath that sky so blue, these two lovers fond and true, with their hearts so filled with bliss, as they sat there side by side, he asked her to be his bride, she answered “Yes” and sealed it with a kiss. for her heart had yielded soon, ‘neath the honeysuckle bloom, and thro’ life they’d wander day by day. and he vowed just like the bee, “I will build a home for thee,” and the bee then seemed to answer them and say. From: “Bluebell in Fairyland”.