Sometimes i pretend to be asleep When i think of all the times we weep I hide under books and dust and leaves Reading all the letters that you keep Under the shower Counting the flowers No one sees my tears I feel as if i were a bee I don't have the power Not to feel sour After all these years Could you show me How to be a happy bee I remember when you're still my friend You're so gentle like a country man So your golden coat fell off one day I should have stayed to help you hold the clay Under the shower Counting the flowers No one sees my tears I feel as if i were a bee I don't have the power Not to feel sour After all these years Could you show me How to be a happy bee Under the shower Counting the flowers No one sees my tears I feel as if i were a bee I don't have the power Not to feel sour After all these years Could you show me How to be a happy bee