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. Bridge: 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. Coda: I'll come back for the honey and you.