Beeswing

I was 18 when I came town, they called it the s They were burning babies, burning flags in the hearts against the door. I took a job with a steaman, I went down and killed him street. And they fell in love with a laundry girl that was working next to me. Brown hairs exited around her face and a look of half surprise. She said to me, oh can't you see, I'm not the factory kind. And if you don'take me out of here, I lose my mind. She was a rare thing, as fine as a bee's wing. If I could hold her in my arms today, I wouldn't want her any other way. We bust around the market towns for picking down and camp. We could tinker pots and pans and knives wherever went. Were camping down the gower one time and the work was mighty good. She wouldn't wait for the harvest, I thought we should. I sat till her, we'll settle down and get a few acres dug with a fire burning in the hearth and babbies on the road. She said, oh man, you foolish man, that surely sounds You might be lord of half the world, you're not on me as well. She was a rare thing, as fine as a bee's wing. So fine a breath of wind might blow her away. She was a lost child, she was rubbing wild. She said so long as there's no price in the wild state. You wouldn't want me any other way. Were drinking more in those days, our tempers reached a pitch And the last I heard, she's livin' rough back in the tarby beat with a bottle of white. Her cinder pocket, a wolf hound at her feet. And they say that she got married once to a man called Romani Brown. But even the gypsy caravan was too much They say her roses faded, rough weather and hard booze. And maybe that's the price you pay for the chains that you refuse. She was a rare thing, as fine as a bee's wing. 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. Thank you. See you up there, Rick. Thank you. Thank you. See you up there, Rick. Thank you.