เนื้อเพลง Beeswing Richard Thompson
I 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 in the steamie down on Cauldrumm St,
I fell in love with a laundry girl who was workin' next to me
* 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 there's no price on love I'll stay
And you wouldn't want me any other way
Brown hair zig zagged around her face and 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
( * )
We busked around the market towns, we picked fruit down in Kent
We could tinker lamps and pots n knives wherever we went
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 but you'll not own me as well
( * )
We was campin' down the Gower one time, the work was pretty good
She thought we shouldn't wait for the frost and I thought maybe we should
We were drinking more in those days, tempers reached a pitch
And like a fool I let her run with the ramblin' itch
Oh the last I heard she was sleeping rough back on the Darby beat
White Horse in her hip pocket, and a Wolfhound at her feet
They say that she married once to a man called Romany Brown
but even a gypsy caravan was too much settlin' down
They say her rose has bloomed now, hard weather and hard booze,
Maybe that's 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 words could ever 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...
