《Beeswing》歌词

[00:00:00] Beeswing-Richard Thompson

[00:00:14] I was nineteen when I came to town, they called it the Summer of Love

[00:00:20] They were burning babies, burning flags. The hawks against the doves

[00:00:26] I took a job in the steamie down on Cauldrum Street

[00:00:31] And I fell in love with a laundry girl who was working next to me

[00:00:37] Oh she was a rare thing, fine as a bee's wing

[00:00:42] So fine a breath of wind might blow her away

[00:00:47] She was a lost child, oh she was running wild

[00:00:52] She said "As long as there's no price on love, I'll stay.

[00:00:57] And you wouldn't want me any other way"

[00:01:13] Brown hair zig-zag around her face and a look of half-surprise

[00:01:17] Like a fox caught in the headlights, there was animal in her eyes

[00:01:24] She said "Young man, oh can't you see I'm not the factory kind

[00:01:29] If you don't take me out of here I'll surely lose my mind"

[00:01:34] Oh she was a rare thing, fine as a bee's wing

[00:01:40] So fine that I might crush her where she lay

[00:01:45] She was a lost child, she was running wild

[00:01:50] She said "As long as there's no price on love, I'll stay.

[00:01:55] And you wouldn't want me any other way"

[00:02:33] We busked around the market towns and picked fruit down in Kent

[00:02:38] And we could tinker lamps and pots and knives wherever we went

[00:02:44] And I said that we might settle down, get a few acres dug

[00:02:49] Fire burning in the hearth and babies on the rug

[00:02:56] She said "Oh man, you foolish man, it surely sounds like hell.

[00:03:01] You might be lord of half the world, you'll not own me as well"

[00:03:07] Oh she was a rare thing, fine as a bee's wing

[00:03:13] So fine a breath of wind might blow her away

[00:03:17] She was a lost child, oh she was running wild

[00:03:23] She said "As long as there's no price on love, I'll stay.

[00:03:28] And you wouldn't want me any other way"

[00:03:36] We was camping down the Gower one time, the work was pretty good

[00:03:42] She thought we shouldn't wait for the frost and I thought maybe we should

[00:03:47] We was drinking more in those days and tempers reached a pitch

[00:03:53] And like a fool I let her run with the rambling itch

[00:04:08] Oh the last I heard she's sleeping rough back on the Derby beat

[00:04:14] White Horse in her hip pocket and a wolfhound at her feet

[00:04:20] And they say she even married once, a man named Romany Brown

[00:04:26] But even a gypsy caravan was too much settling down

[00:04:32] And they say her flower is faded now, hard weather and hard booze

[00:04:38] But maybe that's just the price you pay for the chains you refuse

[00:04:45] Oh she was a rare thing, fine as a bee's wing

[00:04:51] And I miss her more than ever words could say

[00:04:56] If I could just taste all of her wildness now

[00:05:01] If I could hold her in my arms today

[00:05:07] Well I wouldn't want her any other way