Letras
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
And I took a job in a steamer
Way down on Cawdor Street
And I fell in love with a laundry girl
Working 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 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-zagged around her face
And a look of half surprise
Like a fox caught in a headlight
There was animal in her eyes
She said to me "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"
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 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 bused around the market town
From Pig and Down in Kent
We could tinker with the pots and pans
And I used to rare we went
And I said that we might settle down
And get a few acres dug
With a fire burning in the hearth
And babies on the rug
She said "Oh man, you foolish man
That surely sounds like hell
You might be lord of half the world
You're not on me as well"
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 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 were camping down the girl one time
And the work was pretty good