Winds may blow

         
 o'er the icy 

sea;
            
I'll take with

        
 me the warmth

     
 of thee-
            
A taste of hon

             
ey, a taste mu

           
ch sweeter tha

          
n wine.

           
I'll leave beh

         
ind my heart t

  
o wear,
         
And may it e'e

          
r remind you o


f
            
A taste of hon

             
ey, a taste mu

           
ch sweeter tha

           
n wine.

[Bridge]
         
I will return,

       
 I'll return,
             
I'll come back

           
 for the honey

             
 and you.

            
He ne'er came 

          
back to his lo

     
ve so fair,
         
And so she die

           
d dreaming of 

     
his kiss-
            
A taste of hon

             
ey, a taste mo

           
re bitter than

           
 wine.

         
I will return,

      
 I'll return,
             
I'll come back

           
 for the honey

             
 and you.

             
I'll come back

           
 for the honey

           
 and you.