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.