[Verse] In the Slovenian hills, where the bees hum low Vines crawl up the posts, where the grapes grow A dance of the honeybee, to the flowers they go In the fields of green, where the wind blows slow [Chorus] Oh, the bee's delight, in the land of wine Sipping nectar, through the sunny shine Drinking to the health, of the Earth's own design In the Slovenian Oberkrainer, where the bee's incline [Outro] (Playful accordion and fiddle melody)