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Beeswing
80
Auf Tour
Contemporary Folk
Beeswing wurde am 24. September 2025 von Trad Nua als Teil des Albums Tip Of The Hat veröffentlicht
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Veröffentlichungsdatum24. September 2025
LabelTrad Nua
SpracheEnglish
Melodizität
Akustizität
Valence
Tanzbarkeit
Energie
BPM107

Musikvideo

Musikvideo

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
gearoid mccarthy
gearoid mccarthy
Lead Vocals
Bill Shanley
Bill Shanley
Keyboards
Andrew Holdsworth
Andrew Holdsworth
Piano
Fergal Scahill
Fergal Scahill
Fiddle
Colin Farrell
Colin Farrell
Whistle
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Richard Thompson
Richard Thompson
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Bill Shanley
Bill Shanley
Producer
Andrew Holdsworth
Andrew Holdsworth
Producer

Songtexte

I was nineteen when I came to town
They called it the summer of love
There were burning babies, burning flags
The hawks against the doves
And I took a job in a steamer
Way down on Cawdor Street
And I fell in love with a laundry girl
Working next to me
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
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-zagged around her face
And a look of half surprise
Like a fox caught in a headlight
There was animal in her eyes
She said to me "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"
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
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 bused around the market town
From Pig and Down in Kent
We could tinker with the pots and pans
And I used to rare we went
And I said that we might settle down
And get a few acres dug
With a fire burning 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're not on me as well"
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
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 girl one time
And the work was pretty good
She thought we shouldn't now wait for frost
They thought maybe we should
We were drinking more in those days
The tempers reached a pitch
And like a fool I led her wrong
When she got the rambling itch
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
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
And the last I heard she was sleeping rough
Back in the Derby beat
A bottle of White Horse in her pocket
And a wolf hound at her feet
And they say she even married once
To a man named Romany Brown
But even a gypsy caravan
Was too much like settling down
And they say her flower has faded now
Hard weather and hard booze
But maybe that's the price you pay
For the chain that you refuse
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
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
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
Written by: Richard Thompson
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