Beeswing

I was 18 when I came to town they called it the summer

of love

Burning babies burning flags the hawks against the

doves

I took a job at the steaming way down on Caltrim St,

Fell in love with a laundry girl that was workin next

to me.

Brown hair zig zagged across her face and a look of

half surprise,

Like a fox caught in the headlights there was animal in

her eyes,

She said to me 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

Chorus:

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)

So long as theres no price on love I'll stay

You wouldn't want me any other way.

We busked around the market towns fruit pickin down in

kent

We could tinker pots and pans or knives wherever we

went.

We were campin down the Gower one time, the work was

mighty good.

She wouldn't wait for the harvest, I thought we should.

I said to her we'll settle down, get a few acres dug,

A fire burning in the hearth and babbies 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

Chorus

We were drinking more in those days our tempers reached

a pitch

Like a fool I let her run away when she took the

rambling itch.

Last I heard she was living rough back on the Derby

beat

A bottle of White Horse in her pocket, a Wolfhound at

her feet

They say that she got married once to a man called

Romany Brown

Even a gypsy caravan was too much like settlin' down

They say her rose has faded, rough weather and hard

booze,

Maybe thats the price you pay for the chains that you

refuse

She was a rare thing, fine as a bee's wing

I miss her more than ever words can say

If I could just taste all of her wildness now

If I could hold her in my arms today.....

I wouldn't want her any other way