Richard Thompson - Beeswing

I was nineteen when I came to town, they called it the Summer of Love They were burning babies, burning flags. The hawks against the doves I took a job in the steamie down on Cauldrum Street And I fell in love with a laundry girl who was working next to me Oh she was a rare thing, fine as a bee’s wing 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’ll stay. And you wouldn’t want me any other way“ Brown h