I came to a field of green where the cornstalks all grew so tall
The sunlight could pierce into the winding path below
Round and round I went underneath those waving stems
I followed the shadow path marked so faintly with her scent
Down the winding corn maze where the green stalks shiver in the wind
Down in the winding corn maze where the green stalks shiver in the wind
Such spirals spread for miles through the bending leaves
There in a swarm of bees, I knelt down at her feet
And she took me to her arms in that cloud of honeybees
Whirling in there, whirling as they rose on golden wings
Down in the winding corn maze where the green stalks shiver in the wind