Beeswing

I was nineteen when I came to town

They called it the summer of love

There were burning babies, burning flags

The hawks against the doves

I took a job in the steamy

Down on Cauldron 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 round the 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 that factory kind

If you don't take me out of here

I will 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

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

We busked around the market towns

And picked fruit down in Kent

And we could tinker lamps and pots and knives

Wherever we went

I said that we might settle down

Get a few acres dug

Fire burning in the hearth

And babies on the rug

And she said oh man you foolish man

It surely sounds like hell

You might be lord of half the world

But 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

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

Oh we was camping down the Gower one time

The work was pretty good