Beeswing lyrics

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

I fell in love with a laundry girl

Who was working next to me

She was a rare thing

Fine as a beeswing

So fine a breath of wind might blow her away

She was a lost child

She was running wild, 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 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 that factory kind

If you don't take me out of here

I'll surely lose my miind

Oh, she was a rare thing

Fine as a beeswing

So fine that I might crush her where she lay

She was this lost child

She was running wild, 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

Like a fool I let her run round

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 that you refuse

She was a rare thing

Fine as a beeswing

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