Beeswing Songtext
von Austral

I was nineteen when I came to town
They called it the summer of love
They were burning babies, burning flags
Hawks against the doves
I took a job at the steamy
Down on Codrum 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 that a breath of wind would 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 fell across her face
And a look of half surprise
Like a fox caught in the headlights
There was animal in her eyes
She said oh man well 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 that a breath of wind would 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

So we busked around the market towns
And we picked fruit down in Kent
We could tinker pots and pans and knives
Wherever we went

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
It surely sounds like hell
You might be lord of half the world
You won′t own me as well


She was a rare thing
Fine as a bee's wing
So fine that a breath of wind would 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 camped down in 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
And the tempers reached a pitch
Like a fool I let her run
With a rambling itch

She was a rare thing
Fine as a bee′s wing
So fine that a breath of wind would 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

And the last I heard she′s sleeping rough
Back on the Derby beat
With a bottle of whiskey in her hip pocket
And wolfhounds at her feet

They say she even married once
To a man named Romany Brown
Even a gypsy's caravan
Was too much settling down

And they say her flower has faded now
From hard weather and hard booze
Maybe that's just the price you pay
For the chains you refuse

She was a rare thing
Fine as a bee′s wing
So fine that I might crush her where she lay
If I could just taste
All of her wildness now
If I could hold her in my arms for a day
Well I wouldn′t want her any other way