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Karaoké Beeswing Christy Moore

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I was eighteen when I came to town

They called it

The summer of love

Burnin' babies, burnin' flags

The hawks against the dove

I took a job at the steamin' way down on Caldrum Street

And I fell in love with a laundry girl that was workin' next to me

Brown hair zig-zagged around her face

A look of half surprise

Like a fox caught in the headlights

There was animal in her eyes

She said to me Can't you see

I'm not the factory kind

If you don't take me out of here

I'll lose my mind

She was a rare thing

Fine as a beeswing

So fine a breath of wind might blow her away

And she was a lost child

She was runnin' wild

She said So long as there's no price on love I'll stay

You wouldn't want me any other way

We busked around the market towns

Fruit pickin' down in Kent

We could tinker pots and pans and knives wherever we went

We were campin' down the Gower and the work was mighty good

She wouldn't wait for the harvest

I thought we should

I said to her We'll settle down and get a few acres dug

With a fire burnin' in the hearth and babies on the rug

She said Oh man

You foolish man

That surely sounds like hell

You might be lord of half the world you'll not own me as well

And she was a rare thing

Fine as a beeswing

So fine a breath of wind might blow her away

Well she was a lost child

She was runnin' wild

She said So long as there's no price on love I'll stay

You wouldn't want me any other way

We were drinkin' more in those days

Our tempers reached a pitch

Like a fool I let her run away when she took the ramblin' itch

But the last I heard she's livin' rough back on the Derby beat

With a bottle of White Horse in her pocket

A Wolfhound at her feet

And they said that she got married once to a man called Romany Brown

Even a gypsy caravan was too much like settlin' down

They say her rose has faded

Rough weather and hard booze

Maybe that's the price you pay for the chains that you refuse

Oh she was a rare thing

Fine as a beeswing

I miss her more than ever words can 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

If I could hold her in my arms today

I wouldn't want her any other way

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