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
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