Honeysuckle Rose

Ev’ –       ry     hon – ey bee    fills       with     jeal – ous – y

When they see you out with me;

I       don’t     blame        them, good – ness knows,

Hon – ey – suck – le rose.

When y      ou’re pass – ing by,    flow –       ers     droop and sigh,

And I know the rea – son why;

You’re       much     sweet –        er, good – ness knows,

Hon – ey – suck – le rose.

Don’t buy      sug –      ar — you just have to touch my cup.

You’re my      sug –      ar; it’s sweet when you stir it up.

When       I’m     tak – in’ sips    from y      our     tas – ty lips,

Seems like hon – ey fairly drips;

You’re       con –     fec –        tion, good – ness knows,

Hon – ey – suck – le rose.