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faoileán - beeswing lyrics

i was nineteen when i came to town
they called it the “summer of love”
they were burning babies, burning flags
there were hawks against the doves
i took a job in a steamie
down on cauldron street
and i fell in love with a laundry girl who was working next to me

she was a rare thing, fine as a beeswing
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 there’s no price on love, i’d stay
and you wouldn’t want me any other way”

brown hair zig+zagged around her face
likе a look of half+surprise
like a fox caught in the hеadlights
there was animal in her eyes
she said “oh man, oh can’t you see
i’m not the factory kind
if you don’t take me away from here
i’ll surely lose my mind”

she was a rare thing, fine as a beeswing
so fine that i might crush her where she lay
she was a lost child, oh she was running wild
she said “as long as there’s no price on love, i’d stay
and you wouldn’t want me any other way”
we busked around the market town
and picked fruit down in kent
and we could tinker knives and pots and kettles wherever we went
and i said that we should get settled down
have a few acres dug
fire burning in the hearth and babies on the rug
she said “oh man, you foolish man
that surely sounds like h+ll
you might be lord of half the world
you won’t own me as well”

we was camping down the gower one time
the work was pretty good
she said we shouldn’t wait for the frost
and i thought maybe we should
we was drinking more in those days
tempers reached a pitch
like a fool, i let her run
with her rambling itch

well the last i heard, she’s sleeping rough
back on the derby beat
a 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 roving caravan
was too much settling down
and they say her flower’s faded now
hard weather and hard booze
but maybe that’s just the price you pay
for the chains that you refuse

she is a rare thing, fine as a beeswing
and 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 me arms today
i wouldn’t want her any other way

- faoilean lyrics

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