I was nineteen when I came to town, they called it the Summer of Love They were burning babies, burning flags. The hawks against the doves I took a job in the steamie down on Cauldrum 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 bees 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 theres no price on love, Ill stay. And you wouldnt want me any other way Brown hair zig-zag around her 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 cant you see Im not the factory kind If you dont take me out of here Ill surely lose my mind Oh she was a rare thing, fine as a bees wing So fine that I might crush her where she lay She was a lost child, she was running wild She said As long as theres no price on love, Ill stay. And you wouldnt 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 And I said that we might settle down, get a few acres dug 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, youll not own me as well Oh she was a rare thing, fine as a bees 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 theres no price on love, Ill stay. And you wouldnt want me any other way We was camping down the Gower one time, the work was pretty good She thought we shouldnt wait for the frost and I thought maybe we should We was drinking more in those days and tempers reached a pitch And like a fool I let her run with the rambling itch Oh the last I heard shes 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 settling down And they say her flower is faded now, hard weather and hard booze But maybe thats just the price you pay for the chains you refuse Oh she was a rare thing, fine as a bees 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 Well I wouldnt want her any other way https://youtube/watch?v=6gTe1u72B9Y
Posted on: Fri, 02 May 2014 19:43:35 +0000
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