Emma Ruth Rundle
Mourning Bee
Oh, how’d you get so sweet?
Oh, mourning bee
I know that you’ve come calling
To keep me from resolving
The soreness of your sting
How’d you get to be so blackberry?
I’ve cut my hair and falling
Where I knew that you’d come walking
All your house call me mouse
All your order want me out
All of us called
We are waiting
In the wings where
Know that we can sit and stare
Without being seen
All your house call me mouse
All your order want me out
If you marry me
All your house and order
Down two foreign feet
Down to foreign borders
How’d you get so sweet?
Still mourning bee
Know that you’vе come walking
To keep me from
Keep me whеre you can see
All your house call me mouse
All your order want me out
Out out out out
If you marry me
All your house and order
Down two foreign feet
Down to foreign borders
If you marry me
All your house and order
Down two foreign feet
Down to foreign borders
If you marry me
All your house and order
Down two foreign feet
Down to foreign borders
If you marry me
All your house and order
Down two foreign feet
Down to foreign borders