Beeswing

I was nineteen 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 Cauldrum Street

And 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,

Oh 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 and 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 that I might crush her where she lay

She was a lost child,

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 was camping 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 was drinking more in those days and tempers reached a pitch

And like a fool I let her run with the rambling itch

And they say her flower is faded now,

Hard weather and hard booze

But maybe that's just the price you pay for the chains you refuse

Oh 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

Well I wouldn't want her any other way

Oh I wouldn't want her any other way

Oh I wouldn't want her any other way