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Beeswing letra


I was nineteen when I came to town
They called it a summer of love
They were burning pages, burning flags
The hawks against the doves
I took a job in the steamie
Down on Caldrum Street
I fell in love with a laundry girl
Who was working next to me

Oh, 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
Well, she was running wild
She said: As long as there's no price on love, I'll stay
And you wouldn't want me any other way

Brown hair zig-zag around her face
A look of half-surprise
Like a fox caught in the headlights
There was animal in her eyes
She said: Young man, oh, 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

Oh, 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
Well, she was running wild
She said: As long as there's no price on love, I'll stay
And you wouldn't want me any other way

We busked around the market towns
And picked fruit down in Kent
We could tinker lamps and pots
And knives wherever we went
And I said that we might settle down
Get a few acres dug
Fire burning in the hearth
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
You'll not own me as well

Oh, 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
Well, she was running wild
She said: As long as there's no price on love, I'll stay
And you wouldn't want me any other way

We were camping down the Gower one time
The work was pretty good
She thought we shouldn't wait for a frost
And I thought maybe we should
We were fighting more in those days
And tempers reached a pitch
And like a fool, I let her run
With a rambling itch

Oh, 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
Well, she was running wild
She said: As long as there's no price on love, I'll stay
And you wouldn't want me any other way
She said: As long as there's no price on love, I'll stay
And you wouldn't want me any other way

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