Beeswing

And I said that we might settle down
White Horse in her hip pocket
Fire burning in the hearth and babies on the rug
And a wolfhound at her feet
And we could tinker lamps and pots

I'm not the factory kind
And I miss her more than ever words could say

She said, "Young man, oh can't you see
She said, "As long as there's no price on love, I'll stay
She said, "As long as there's no price on love, I'll stay

It surely sounds like hell
So fine a breath of wind might blow her away
You pay for the chains you refuse
She was a lost child, she was running wild
Oh the last I heard she's sleeping rough
We was camping down the Gower one time
We busked around the market towns
And a look of half-surprise

But even a gypsy caravan
She was a lost child, oh she was running wild
Oh she was a rare thing, fine as a bee's wing
And you wouldn't want me any other way"
You might be Lord of half the world
Brown hair zig-zag around her face
So fine that I might crush her where she lay
Who was working next to me
But maybe that's just the price
Get a few acres dug
And like a fool I let her run
And tempers reached a pitch
And you wouldn't want me any other way"
You'll not own me as well"

Was too much settling down

Oh she was a rare thing, fine as a bee's wing
And they say her flower is faded now
Like a fox caught in the headlights
So fine a breath of wind might blow her away
A man named Romany Brown
If you don't take me out of here
And they say she even married once
She thought we shouldn't wait for the frost
We was drinking more in those days
Oh she was a rare thing, fine as a bee's wing

And I thought maybe we should
And you wouldn't want me any other way"
Oh she was a rare thing, fine as a bee's wing
They were burning babies, burning flags
She was a lost child, oh she was running wild
Down on Cauldrum Street
With the rambling itch
The work was pretty good
If I could just taste all of her wildness now
If I could hold her in my arms today
There was animal in her eyes
She said, "As long as there's no price on love, I'll stay
Back on the Derby beat
And picked fruit down in Kent

I'll surely lose my mind"

I took a job in the steamie
And knives wherever we went
Hard weather and hard booze
And I fell in love with a laundry girl
The hawks against the doves
She said "Oh man, you foolish man