Beeswing Songtext
von Drowsy Maggie

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
She thought we shouldn′t wait for the frost
But I thought maybe we should
We were thinking more in those days
And tempers reached a pitch
And like a fool I let her run
With a rambling itch

Oh the last I heard she's sleeping rough
Back on the Derby beat
White horse in her hip pocket
And a wolfhound at her feet

And they say she even married once
A man named Romany Brown
But even a gypsy caravan
Was too much for settling down

And they say her flower has faded now
Hard weather and hard booze
But maybe that′s just the price you pay
For the chains that 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
And I wouldn′t want her any other way