Winds may blow o'er the icy sea;
I'll take with me the warmth of thee-
A taste of honey, a taste much sweeter than wine.
I'll leave behind my heart to wear,
And may it e'er remind you of
A taste of honey, a taste much sweeter than wine.
I will return, I'll return,
I'll come back for the honey and you.
He ne'er came back to his love so fair,
And so she died dreaming of his kiss-
A taste of honey, a taste more bitter than wine.
I will return, I'll return,
I'll come back for the honey and you.
I'll come back for the honey and you.