Down In The Winding Corn Maze

I came to a field of green where the corn stalks grew so tall

The sunlight could not pierce to the winding path below

Round and round I went under those waving stems

I followed the shadowed path marked so faintly with her step

Down in the winding corn maze where green stalks shiver in the wind

There in a swarm of bees I knelt down at her feet

Such spirals spread for miles through the bending leaves

And she took me to her arms in that cloud of honey bees

Whirring in their whirling as they rose on golden wings

Down in the winding corn maze where green stalks shiver in the wind