A Sleepin'bee
Harold Arlen / Truman Capote
When a bee lies sleepin'
In the palm of your hand
You're bewitched
And deep in love's
Long looked after land.
Where you see a sun up sky
With a morning new
And where the days
Go laughing by
As love come a-calling on you.
Sleep on bee
Don't waken
Can't believe what just past.
He's mine
For the takin'
I'm so happy at last
Maybe I dreams
But he seems sweet
golden as a crown.
A sleepin' bee
Done told me
I walk with my
feet off the ground
And my one true love
I has found.