;Beeswing
;Richard Thompson
 
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 I was nineteen when I came to town, they called it the Summer of Love
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 They were burning babies, burning flags. The hawks against the doves
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 I took a job in the steamie down on Cauldrum Street
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 And I fell in love with a laundry girl who was working next to me
 
 
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 Oh she was a rare thing, fine as a bee's wing
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 So fine a breath of wind might blow her away
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 She was a lost child, oh she was running wild
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 She said "As long as there's no price on love, I'll stay.
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 And you wouldn't want me any other way"
 
 
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 Brown hair zig-zag around her face and a look of half-surprise
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 Like a fox caught in the headlights, there was animal in her eyes
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 She said "Young man, oh can't you see I'm not the factory kind
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 If you don't take me out of here I'll surely lose my mind"
 
 
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 Oh she was a rare thing, fine as a bee's wing
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 So fine a breath of wind might blow her away
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 She was a lost child, oh she was running wild
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 She said "As long as there's no price on love, I'll stay.
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 And you wouldn't want me any other way"
 
 
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 We busked around the market towns and picked fruit down in Kent
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 And we could tinker pots and pans and knives wherever we went
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 And I said that we might settle down, get a few acres dug
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 Fire burning in the hearth and babies on the rug
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 She said "Oh man, you foolish man, it surely sounds like hell.
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 You might be lord of half the world, you'll not own me as well"
 
 
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 Oh she was a rare thing, fine as a bee's wing
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 So fine a breath of wind might blow her away
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 She was a lost child, oh she was running wild
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 She said "As long as there's no price on love, I'll stay.
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 And you wouldn't want me any other way"
 
 
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 We was camping down the Gower one time, the work was pretty good
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 She wouldn't wait for the harvest and I thought maybe we should
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 We was drinking more in those days and tempers reached a pitch
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 And like a fool I let her run when she got the rambling itch


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 Oh she was a rare thing, fine as a bee's wing
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 So fine a breath of wind might blow her away
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 She was a lost child, oh she was running wild
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 She said "As long as there's no price on love, I'll stay.
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 And you wouldn't want me any other way"
 
 
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 Oh the last I heard she's sleeping rough back on the Derby beat
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 White Horse in her hip pocket and a wolfhound at her feet
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 And they say she even married once, to a man named Romany Brown
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 But even a gypsy caravan was too much settling down
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 And they say her flower is faded now, hard weather and hard booze
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 But maybe that's just the price you pay for the chains you refuse
 
 
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 Oh she was a rare thing, fine as a bee's wing
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 And I miss her more than ever words could say
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 If I could just taste all of her wildness now
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 If I could hold her in my arms today 
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 Well I wouldn't want her any other way