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Beeswing
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Beeswing was released on December 15, 2023 by RUN as a part of the album Ceol
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AlbumCeol
Release DateDecember 15, 2023
LabelRUN
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM127

Music Video

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Ceol
Ceol
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Richard Thompson
Richard Thompson
Composer

Lyrics

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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