Robert William ScottRick Marlow



Winds may blow o'er the icy sea. I'll take with me the warmth of thee, a taste of honey, a taste much sweeter than wine.

A taste of honey, a taste much sweeter than wine.

I'll return. I will return. Return for the honey and you.



Winds may blow o'er the icy sea. I'll take with me the warmth of thee, a taste of honey, a taste much sweeter than wine.

A taste of honey, a taste much sweeter than wine. (Taste much sweeter, much sweeter than wine.)

Taste much sweeter, much sweeter than wine. Ahhh. Honey!