A Sleepin' Bee

A Sleepin' Bee

music by Harold Arlen (left)
lyric by Truman Capote (right)

When a bee lies sleepin' in the palm of your hand,
You're bewitched and deep in love's looked after land.
Where you'll see a sun up sky with a mornin' new,
And where the days go laughin' by as love comes a-callin' on you.

Sleep on bee, don't waken, can't believe what just passed.
She's mine for the takin', I'm so happy at last.

Maybe I dreams but she seems sweet golden as a crown.
Sleepin' bee done told me, I walks with my feet off the ground,
When my one true love I has found...

Sleep on bee don't waken, can't believe what just passed.
She's mine for the takin', I'm so happy at last.
Maybe I dreams but she seems sweet golden as a crown.
Sleepin' bee done told me, I walks with my feet off the ground,
When my one true love I has found...