Beeswing - Ceol: testi di canzoni, video musicali e concerti

Beeswing

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Beeswing è stato pubblicato il 15 dicembre 2023 da RUN come parte dell'album Ceol

Dettagli della canzone

AlbumCeol

Data di uscita15 dicembre 2023

EtichettaRUN

LanguageEnglish

Melodicità

Acousticità

Valence

Ballabilità

Energia

BPM127

PANORAMICA

TESTI

Video musicale

Video musicale

Crediti

PERFORMING ARTISTS

Ceol

Performer

COMPOSITION & LYRICS

Richard Thompson

Richard Thompson

Composer

Testi

I was eighteen when I came to town, they call it the summer of love

Burning babies, burning flags, the hawks against the doves

And I took a job at the steam and we dined in Caldron Street

And I fell in love with the laundry girl who was working next to me

She was a rare thing, as fine as a bee's wing

So fine a breath of a wind might blow her away

She was a lost child, she was running wild

She said, "So long as there's no price on love I'll stay

You wouldn't want me any other way"

We bust her on the market towns for picking down and ken

We could tinker pots and pans and knives wherever we went

And I said to her, "We'll settle down and get a few acres dug

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'll not own me as well"

She was a rare thing, as fine as a bee's wing

So fine a breath of a wind might blow her away

She was a lost child, she was running 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 camping down the Gower one time and the work was mighty good

She wouldn't wait for the harvest, I thought we should

We were drinking more in those days and tempers reached a pitch

Like a fool I let her run away and she took the rambling hitch

The last I heard she sleep and run, went back on the Derby beat

A bottle of wine her sing, her pocket a

Wolf hound at her full hound at her feet

She was a rare thing, as fine as a bee's wing

So fine a breath of a wind might blow her away

She was a lost child, she was running wild

She said, "So long as there's no price on love I'll stay

You wouldn't want me any other way"

And they say that she got married once to a man called Romany Brown

But even a gypsy caravan was too much like settling down

They say her roses faded, rough weather on her bones

Sure maybe that's the price you pay for the change that you refuse

She was a rare thing, as fine as a bee's wing

So fine a breath of a wind might blow her away

She was a lost child, she was running wild

She said, "So long as there's no price on love I'll stay"

She was a rare thing, as fine as a bee's wing

I miss her more than ever words could 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

I wouldn't want her any other way

I miss her more than ever words could say

Written by: Richard Thompson

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