《Beeswing》歌词

[00:00:01] Beeswing (Live) - Christy Moore

[00:00:13] I was 18 when I came to town

[00:00:15] They called it the summer of love

[00:00:18] Burning babies burning flags

[00:00:20] The hawks against the doves

[00:00:23] I took a job at the steaming way

[00:00:26] Down on Caltrim St

[00:00:28] Fell in love with a laundry girl

[00:00:30] That was workin' next to me

[00:00:34] Brown hair zig zagged across her face

[00:00:37] And a look of half surprise

[00:00:39] Like a fox caught in the headlights

[00:00:42] There was animal in her eyes

[00:00:45] She said to me

[00:00:47] "Can't you see I'm not the factory kind

[00:00:50] If you don't take me out of here

[00:00:54] I'll surely lose my mind"

[00:00:56] She was a rare thing fine as a bee's wing

[00:01:02] So fine a breath of wind might blow her away

[00:01:07] She was a lost child she was runnin' wild

[00:01:11] (She said)

[00:01:12] "So long as there's no price on love I'll stay

[00:01:17] You wouldn't want me any other way"

[00:01:25] We busked around the market towns

[00:01:27] Fruit pickin' down in Kent

[00:01:30] We could tinker pots and pans

[00:01:33] Or knives wherever we went

[00:01:35] We were campin' down the Gower one time

[00:01:38] The work was mighty good

[00:01:40] She wouldn't wait for the harvest

[00:01:42] I thought we should

[00:01:46] I said to her we'll settle down

[00:01:49] Get a few acres dug

[00:01:51] A fire burning in the hearth

[00:01:54] And babies on the rug

[00:01:58] She said "Oh man you foolish man

[00:02:00] That surely sounds like hell

[00:02:04] You might be lord of half the world

[00:02:06] You'll not own me as well"

[00:02:10] She was a rare thing fine as a bee's wing

[00:02:15] So fine a breath of wind might blow her away

[00:02:20] She was a lost child she was runnin' wild

[00:02:25] (She said)

[00:02:25] "So long as there's no price on love I'll stay

[00:02:30] You wouldn't want me any other way"

[00:02:38] We were drinking more in those days

[00:02:40] Our tempers reached a pitch

[00:02:43] Like a fool I let her run away

[00:02:45] When she took the rambling itch

[00:02:48] Last I heard she was living rough

[00:02:51] Back on the Derby beat

[00:02:53] A bottle of White Horse in her pocket

[00:02:55] A Wolfhound at her feet

[00:02:59] They say that she got married once

[00:03:01] To a man called Romany Brown

[00:03:04] Even a gypsy caravan

[00:03:05] Was too much like settlin' down

[00:03:10] They say her rose has faded

[00:03:12] Rough weather and hard booze

[00:03:16] Maybe that's the price you pay

[00:03:18] For the chains that you refuse

[00:03:22] She was a rare thing fine as a bee's wing

[00:03:27] I miss her more than ever words can say

[00:03:32] If I could just taste all of her wildness now

[00:03:37] If I could hold her in my arms today

[00:03:42] I wouldn't want her any other way I could hold her in my arms today I wouldn't want her any other way