Track 3 of the EP The Greenhouse in November · 2026
What the Bees Know
“I lifted the lid on the hive on the last warm day and the low hum stayed with me for weeks. I sang it almost under my breath so I wouldn't disturb them.”
indie folk · hushed folk · nature folk · 3:19
Lyrics
I lift the lid on the last warm day The hive is humming low They've packed their honey, sealed the cracks They always seem to know When the light goes thin and the clover's done It's time to hold things near I stand in my old straw hat and watch And learn what's gathered here That's what the bees know How to keep the summer in How to cluster close together When the cold comes creeping in Nothing's lost that's stored with care Sweetness lasts the snow I'm learning it slowly, season by season That's what the bees know My neighbour left a jar of gold Upon the garden gate A label in her shaky hand Says "wildflower, September, eight" I spread it on my morning bread And taste the whole long June The lanes, the lime trees, the long light Held in a single spoon That's what the bees know How to keep the summer in How to cluster close together When the cold comes creeping in Nothing's lost that's stored with care Sweetness lasts the snow I'm learning it slowly, season by season That's what the bees know I used to spend it all at once Every bright and open day Now I fold a little aside For the grey that comes to stay And on the coldest evening When the window's edged with frost I'll open up a little jar And find that nothing's lost That's what the bees know How to keep the summer in How to cluster close together When the cold comes creeping in Nothing's lost that's stored with care Sweetness lasts the snow I'm learning it slowly, season by season That's what the bees know Hum low, hum low The winter's slow That's what the bees know