Beeswing - Tony Cunningham

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  • Опубликовано: 4 фев 2025
  • I was nineteen when I came to town
    They called it the summer of love
    They were burning pages, burning flags
    The hawks against the doves
    I took a job in the steamie
    Down on Cauldrum Street
    I fell in love with a laundry girl
    Who was working next to me
    Oh 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'll stay
    And you wouldn't want me any other way
    Brown hair zig-zag around her face, a look of half-surprise
    Like a fox caught in the headlights, there was animal in her eyes
    She said, young man, oh can't you see I'm not the factory kind
    If you don't take me out of here I'll surely lose my mind
    Oh 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'll stay
    And you wouldn't want me any other way
    We busked around the market towns
    And picked fruit down in Kent
    We could tinker lamps and pots and knives wherever we went
    And I said that we might settle down, get a few acres dug
    Fire burning in the hearth and babies on the rug
    She said: Oh man, you foolish man, it surely sounds like hell
    You might be Lord of half the world, you'll not own me as well
    Oh 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'll stay
    And you wouldn't want me any other way
    We were camping down the Gower one time, the work was pretty good
    She thought we shouldn't wait for the frost and I thought maybe we should
    We were fighting more in those days and tempers reached a pitch
    And like a fool I let her run with the rambling itch
    Oh 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'll stay
    And you wouldn't want me any other way
    She said: As long as there's no price on love, I'll stay
    And you wouldn't want me any other way
    Songwriter: Richard Thompson

Комментарии • 7

  • @janeosullivan7027
    @janeosullivan7027 Месяц назад

    love your singing tony watched you on the street in galway in 2019 you were amazing and we are coming back this year 2025 for 3 months from our home in new zealand just love galway ❤hope we get to see you again

  • @michaeljohnston3741
    @michaeljohnston3741 Год назад

    Brilliant thanks. One of my favourite songs and you smashed it 🙏

  • @thetwoboyos8366
    @thetwoboyos8366 Год назад

    Very nice Tony...✊

  • @werewolf5674
    @werewolf5674 2 года назад

    Awesome Tony.

  • @purelit4415
    @purelit4415 2 года назад

    Savage! Will you show the guitar aswell so we can see what your playing