There is a girl
By the name of Marie Bee
The autumn leaves
Are falling for her
They are drifting off to see
Marie Bee, Marie Bee
Just like honey
To the busy bee
Even the sweet magnolia tree
Is not as sweet as she can be
With fingers on the strings
She plays sweetly on my mind
Like the snowy mantle peace
She's gentle, brilliant, soft, and fine
Marie Bee, Marie Bee
Just like sugar to a cup of tea
Even the dwarf blue atlas cedar
She is sweeter, can't you see
(buzzy bee solo)
There is a girl
With a hand upon my heart
But I only see her
In photographic works of art
Marie Bee, Marie Bee
Just like honey to the busy bee
Even the pear tree quite apparently
Has not a sweet a pear as she.