Oh, when the day is blue I'll sit here wondering about you And how the pollen fell all around your face In strange yellow patterns, but I wasn't prepared for this, I... I wasn't prepared for this, I... When the morning came, the bees flew down and wrapped themselves around me and that's when I spoke the word to have them trace your face for me in pollen. But... I wasn't prepared for this, I... I wasn't prepared for this, I... Come, come back to me my, my darling Come, come back to me my, my darling I wasn't prepared for this, I... I wasn't prepared for this, I... When the day is blue I'll sit here wondering about you...