(R. Marlow & B. Scott)
Cold winds may blow over the icy sea
But I’ll take with me
The warmth of Thee
A taste of honey,
A taste much sweeter than wine
He will return…He will return
He’ll come back
For the honey and me
I leave behind
My heart to wear
And may it e?er remind you of
A taste of honey
A taste much sweeter than wine
He will return…He will return…
He’ll come back for the honey and me.
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