Every Flower Knows Your Name

Fly, little bee, fly
Every flower knows your name
Gold upon your sides
Spring will never be the same
Fly, little bee, fly
Summer's on its way

White petals on the ground
Your murmur in the pear tree
You rise, then come back down
As if the air were easy
I stand among the blossoms
And wish that I were free

Fly, little bee, fly
Every flower knows your name
Gold upon your sides
Spring will never be the same
Fly, little bee, fly
Summer's on its way

You balance on the clover
Then tumble from a rose
The blue above is endless
The garden tells me so
I think of other Aprils
And all I didn't know

If I could be so weightless
If I could want so little
A petal and a thistle
A day without a riddle
But you are only passing
And I am standing still

One yellow streak, then nothing
The pear tree gives a sigh
I kneel among the clover
And let the spring go by

Fly, little bee, fly
Every flower knows your name
Gold upon your sides
Spring will never be the same
Fly, little bee, fly
Summer's on its way