Down in the Winding Corn Maze کے بول

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