Beeswing Songtext
von Keith Murphy

Well I was just nineteen when I came to town
They called it the summer of love
They were burning babies and burning flags
It was the hawks against the doves
And I took a job at the steamie
Down on Coldrum Street
And I fell in love with a factory girl
She was 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
And 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 zigzag around her face
And a look of surprise
Like a fox caught in the headlights
There was animal in her eyes
And she said young man oh can't you see
I′m not the factory kind
And 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
And 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

Well we bussed around the market towns
And we picked fruit down in Kent
We could tinker lamps and pots and knives
Wherever we went

And I said you know we could settle down
Get a few acres dug
A fire in the hearth
And babies on the rug

And she said young man you foolish man
That surely sounds like hell
You might be lord of half the world
But you won′t own 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
And 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

Well we was working down the Gower
And the work was pretty good
But she thought maybe we shouldn't wait for the frost
And I thought maybe we should
And we was drinking more in those days
And tempers reached a pitch
And like a fool I let her go
Off with a rambling itch

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
And 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

Well the last I heard she was sleeping rough
Down on the Derby beat
A white horse in her pocket
And a wolfhound at her feet

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

And they say your flower′s 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 bee's wing
And I miss her more than words could ever say
And if I could just taste
Some of her wildness now
If I could hold her in my arms today
I wouldn′t want her any other way