A Beautiful Thing

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