Tekst:
Cassandra Wilson Loverly

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'll see a sun up sky In the mornin

Night and stars above that shine so bright The mystery of their fading light That shines upon our caravan Sleep upon my shoulder as we creep Across the

I'm gonna get up in the morning I believe I'll dust my broom I'm gonna get up in the morning I believe I'll dust my broom Well my best gal, I'll be loving

The very thought of you And I forget to do The little ordinary things That anyone ought to do I'm living in a kind of a daydream I'm happy as a queen

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'll see a sun up sky In the mornin

Night and stars above that shine so bright The mystery of their fading light That shines upon our Caravan Sleep upon my shoulder as we creep Across

be Who takes good care of me Oh, wouldn't that be loverly? Loverly, loverly, loverly Wouldn't that be loverly? Wouldn't that be loverly? Wouldn't that be loverly

be Who takes good care of me Oh, wouldn't that be loverly? Loverly, loverly, loverly Wouldn't that be loverly? Wouldn't that be loverly? Wouldn't that be loverly