Home at fall of eve the bees come winging; 
Happy is their flight and happier their 
singing. 
As the night draws closer and the light grows 
faint, 
Darker still their air-lines 'cross the s\ies 
they paint. 
Peace is all about them; a calm and healing 
peace 
Fills the heart and fills the mind and brings 
the soul release. 
Nothing now can trouble, nothing can dis¬ 
tress, 
Here, where bees are humming songs of 
happiness . 
