ABBA - Bumblebee

Opis: He likes the lilacs in my garden
I love to watch him fly
He s just a tiny, fuzzy ball
And I wonder how he can fly at all

A world without him
I dread to think what that would be
And I imagine my distress
It would be a new kind of loneliness

But for now, I m in my garden
Watching clouds sail with the breeze
Feeling carefree as I listen
To the hum of bumblebees

It s quite absurd this summer morning
To think we could be trapped
Inside a world where all is changing
Too fast for bumblebees to adapt

From thyme to bluebell
From hyacinth to lily rose
Oh, how I do adore the sight
Of his rather clumsy, erratic flight

And for now, I m in my garden
Watching clouds sail with the breeze
Feeling carefree as I listen
To the hum of bumblebees

Yes, for now, I m in my garden
Watching clouds sail with the breeze
Feeling sad for those who d never
Hear the hum of bumblebees

Oh, yes, for now, I m in my garden
Watching clouds sail with the breeze
Feeling sad for those who d never
Hear the hum of bumblebees