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Celtic Woman
Celtic Woman
실연자
Daragh O'Toole
Daragh O'Toole
오케스트라 리더
David Brophy
David Brophy
음악 감독
Megan Walsh
Megan Walsh
보컬
Chloe Agnew
Chloe Agnew
보컬
Muirgen O’Mahony
보컬
Tara McNeill
Tara McNeill
피들
Kieran Leonard
Kieran Leonard
바우런 드럼
Caitriona Frost
Caitriona Frost
타악기
Brian Murphy
Brian Murphy
기타
Darragh Murphy
Darragh Murphy
휘슬
Johnny Boyle
Johnny Boyle
타악기
작곡 및 작사
Richard Thompson
Richard Thompson
작곡가
Daragh O'Toole
Daragh O'Toole
편곡가
프로덕션 및 엔지니어링
Daragh O'Toole
Daragh O'Toole
프로듀서
Michael Manning
Michael Manning
엔지니어
Simon Gibson
Simon Gibson
마스터링 엔지니어
Ger McDonnell
Ger McDonnell
믹싱 엔지니어

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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
Writer(s): Richard Thompson Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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