Beeswing - Damien Quinn

[Verse]
I was nineteen when I came to town they called it the Summer of Love,
Burning babies and burning flags, the hawks against the doves,
I took a job at the steaming, down on Caltrim Street,
I fell in love with a laundry girl, she was working next to me.

Brown hair, zigzagged around face and a look of half surprise,
Like a fox caught in the headlights, there was animals in her eyes,
She said, "Your man, 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."

[Chorus]
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,
She said, "As long as there's no price of love, I'll stay,
You wouldn't want me any other way."

[Verse]
We busked around the market towns, picked fruit down in Kent,
And we could tinker pots and pans and knives wherever we went.

I said, "That we might settle down, get a few acres dug,
With a fire burning in the hearth and babies on the rug"
She said, "Oh man, oh, foolish man, that surely sounds like hell,
Might be Lord of half the world, you'll not own me as well."

[Chorus]
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,
She said, "As long as there's no price of love, I'll stay,
You wouldn't want me any other way."

[Verse]
Last I heard, she's sleeping rough back on the Derby beat,
With a bottle of white horse in her pocket, a wolfhound at her feet.

They say she even married once to a man named Romany Brown,
Even a gypsy caravan was too much to settling down,
They say, "Her flower's faded now, hard weather and hard booze",
Maybe that's the price you pay for the chains that you refuse.

[Chorus]
She was a rare thing, as 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,
I wouldn't want her any other way.

[Chorus]
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,
She said, "As long as there's no price of love, I'll stay,
You wouldn't want me any other way.".