Beeswing

I was nineteen when I came to townThey called it the Summer of LoveThey were burning babies, burning flagsThe Hawks against the Doves

I took a job in the SteamieDown on Cauldrum StreetI fell in love with a laundry girlWho was working next to me

She was a rare thingFine as a beeswingSo fine a breath of wind might blow her awayShe was a lost childShe was running wild, saidAs long as there's no price on love, I'll stayAnd you wouldn't want me any other way

Brown hair zig-zag round her faceAnd a look of half-surpriseLike a fox caught in the headlightsThere was animal in her eyes

She said, young man, Oh can't you seeI'm not that factory kindIf you don't take me out of hereI'll surely lose my miind

Oh, she was a rare thingFine as a beeswingSo fine that I might crush her where she layShe was this lost childShe was running wild, saidAs long as there's no price on love, I'll stayAnd you wouldn't want me any other way

We was camping down the Gower one timeThe work was pretty goodShe thought we shouldn't wait for the frostAnd I thought maybe we should

We was drinking more in those daysAnd tempers reached a pitchLike a fool I let her run roundWith the rambling itch

And they say her flower is faded nowHard weather and hard boozeBut maybe that's just the price you payFor the chains that you refuse

She was a rare thingFine as a beeswingAnd I miss her more than ever words could sayIf I could just taste all of her wildness nowIf I could hold her in my arms todayWell, I wouldn't want her any other way

Oh, I wouldn't want her any other wayOh, I wouldn't want her any other way