| G | Bm7/F# | |
| oh, when the day is | blue |
| F | C | |
| i'll | sit here wondering about | you |
| G | Bm7/F# | |
| and | how the pollen | fell |
| F | C | |
| all a- | round your face in strange yellow | patterns |
| C/G | Em | |
| but, | i wasn't prepared for | this oh-oo-oh... |
| C/G | Em | |
| i wasn't prepared for | this |
| G | Bm7/F# | |
| when the morning | came |
| F | G | |
| the | bees flew down and wrapped themselves a- | round me |
| G | Bm7/F# | |
| and | that's when i spoke the | word |
| F | C | |
| to | have them trace your face for me in | pollen |
| C/G | Em | |
| but, | i wasn't prepared for | this oh-oo-oh... |
| C/G | Em | |
| i wasn't prepared for | this |
| Dm | C | Cmj7 | |
| come, come | back to me, my | __ my darling |
| Dm | C | Cmj7 | |
| come, come | back to me, my | __ my darling |
| C/G | Em | |
| i wasn't prepared for | this oh-oo-oh... |
| C/G | Em | |
| i wasn't prepared for | this |
| G | Bm7/F# | |
| when the day is | blue |
| F | C | |
| i'll | sit here wondering about | you |