Beeswing
Was 19 when I came to town
They called it the summer of love
They were burning babies, burning flags
The hawks against the doves
I took a job at the steaming
Down on Caltrim Street
Fell in love with a laundry girl
That was workin' next to me
Brown hair, zig-zagged around her face
And a look of half surprise
Like a fox caught in the headlights
There was animal in her eyes
Ah, she said, 'Young man, can't you see I'm not the factory kind?
If you don't take me out of here
I'll surely lose my mind"
Ah, she was a rare thing
Fine as a bee's wing
So fine, a breath of wind might blow her away
She was a lost child
She was runnin' wild
She said, "As long as there's no price on love, I'll stay
But you wouldn't want me any other way"
We busked around the market towns
And picked fruit down in Kent
We could take lamps and pots
Or knives, wherever we went
I said that we might settle down
And get a few acres dug
But the fire burning in the heart
And babies on the rug
She said, "Oh man, you foolish man
That surely sounds like hell
You might be lord of half the world
Then you'll not own me as well"
Ah, she was a rare thing
Fine as a bee's wing
So fine, a breath of wind might blow her away
She was a lost child
She was runnin' wild
She said, "As long as there's no price on love, I'll stay
Bet you wouldn't want me any other way"
Last I hear she's sleeping out
Back on the Derby beat
White horse in her hip pocket
And a wolfhound at her feet
They say she even married once
To a man named Romany Brown
But even a gypsy caravan
Was too much l settlin' down
They say her flower has faded now
Hot weather and hard booze
But maybe that's the price you pay
For the change that you refuse
Ah, she was a rare thing
Fine as a bee's wing
And I miss her more than ever words could say
If I could just taste all of her wildness now
If I could hold her in my arms today
Then I wouldn't want her any other way
Ah, she was a rare thing
Fine as a bee's wing
So fine, a breath of wind might blow her away
She was a lost child
She was runnin' wild
She said, "As long as there's no price on love, I'll stay
But you wouldn't want me any other way"
But you wouldnt want me any other way
They called it the summer of love
They were burning babies, burning flags
The hawks against the doves
I took a job at the steaming
Down on Caltrim Street
Fell in love with a laundry girl
That was workin' next to me
Brown hair, zig-zagged around her face
And a look of half surprise
Like a fox caught in the headlights
There was animal in her eyes
Ah, she said, 'Young man, can't you see I'm not the factory kind?
If you don't take me out of here
I'll surely lose my mind"
Ah, she was a rare thing
Fine as a bee's wing
So fine, a breath of wind might blow her away
She was a lost child
She was runnin' wild
She said, "As long as there's no price on love, I'll stay
But you wouldn't want me any other way"
We busked around the market towns
And picked fruit down in Kent
We could take lamps and pots
Or knives, wherever we went
I said that we might settle down
And get a few acres dug
But the fire burning in the heart
And babies on the rug
She said, "Oh man, you foolish man
That surely sounds like hell
You might be lord of half the world
Then you'll not own me as well"
Ah, she was a rare thing
Fine as a bee's wing
So fine, a breath of wind might blow her away
She was a lost child
She was runnin' wild
She said, "As long as there's no price on love, I'll stay
Bet you wouldn't want me any other way"
Last I hear she's sleeping out
Back on the Derby beat
White horse in her hip pocket
And a wolfhound at her feet
They say she even married once
To a man named Romany Brown
But even a gypsy caravan
Was too much l settlin' down
They say her flower has faded now
Hot weather and hard booze
But maybe that's the price you pay
For the change that you refuse
Ah, she was a rare thing
Fine as a bee's wing
And I miss her more than ever words could say
If I could just taste all of her wildness now
If I could hold her in my arms today
Then I wouldn't want her any other way
Ah, she was a rare thing
Fine as a bee's wing
So fine, a breath of wind might blow her away
She was a lost child
She was runnin' wild
She said, "As long as there's no price on love, I'll stay
But you wouldn't want me any other way"
But you wouldnt want me any other way
Credits
Writer(s): Richard John (gb1) Thompson
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