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.