Beeswing Karaoke - Christy Moore

This title is a cover of Beeswing as made famous by Christy Moore

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With backing vocals (with or without vocals in the KFN version)

Tempo: variable (around 93 BPM)

In the same key as the original: A

Duration: 04:25 - Preview at: 02:08

Release date: 2005
Genres: Folk, Celtic, In English
Original songwriter: Richard Thompson

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Lyrics Beeswing

I was eighteen when I came to town
They called it
The summer of love
Burnin' babies, burnin' flags
The hawks against the dove
I took a job at the steamin' way down on Caldrum Street
And I fell in love with a laundry girl that was workin' next to me
Brown hair zig-zagged around her face
A look of half surprise
Like a fox caught in the headlights
There was animal in her eyes
She said to me Can't you see
I'm not the factory kind
If you don't take me out of here
I'll lose my mind
She was a rare thing
Fine as a beeswing
So fine a breath of wind might blow her away
And she was a lost child
She was runnin' wild
She said So long as there's no price on love I'll stay
You wouldn't want me any other way
We busked around the market towns
Fruit pickin' down in Kent
We could tinker pots and pans and knives wherever we went
We were campin' down the Gower and the work was mighty good
She wouldn't wait for the harvest
I thought we should
I said to her We'll settle down and get a few acres dug
With a fire burnin' in the hearth and babies on the rug
She said Oh man
You foolish man
That surely sounds like hell
You might be lord of half the world you'll not own me as well
And she was a rare thing
Fine as a beeswing
So fine a breath of wind might blow her away
Well she was a lost child
She was runnin' wild
She said So long as there's no price on love I'll stay
You wouldn't want me any other way
We were drinkin' more in those days
Our tempers reached a pitch
Like a fool I let her run away when she took the ramblin' itch
But the last I heard she's livin' rough back on the Derby beat
With a bottle of White Horse in her pocket
A Wolfhound at her feet
And they said that she got married once to a man called Romany Brown
Even a gypsy caravan was too much like settlin' down
They say her rose has faded
Rough weather and hard booze
Maybe that's the price you pay for the chains that you refuse
Oh she was a rare thing
Fine as a beeswing
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 my arms today
I wouldn't want her any other way
If I could hold her in my arms today
I wouldn't want her any other way

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