音樂影片
音樂影片
積分
演出藝人
Celtic Woman
演出者
Daragh O'Toole
樂團團長
David Brophy
音樂總監
Megan Walsh
聲樂
Chloe Agnew
聲樂
Muirgen O’Mahony
聲樂
Tara McNeill
民間提琴
Kieran Leonard
愛爾蘭鼓
Caitriona Frost
打擊樂
Brian Murphy
吉他
Darragh Murphy
哨笛
Johnny Boyle
打擊樂
詞曲
Richard Thompson
作曲
Daragh O'Toole
編曲
製作與工程團隊
Daragh O'Toole
製作人
Michael Manning
工程師
Simon Gibson
母帶工程師
Ger McDonnell
混音師
歌詞
[Verse 1]
I was nineteen when I came to town
They called it a summer of love
They were burning pages, burning flags
The hawks against the doves
I took a job in the steamie
Down on Caldrum Street
I fell in love with a laundry girl
Who was working next to me
[Chorus]
Oh, 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
Well, 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"
[Verse 2]
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"
[Chorus]
Oh, 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
Well, 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"
[Verse 3]
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
That surely sounds like hell
You might be lord of half the world
You'll not own me as well"
[Chorus]
Oh, 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
Well, 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"
[Verse 4]
We were camping down the Gower one time
The work was pretty good
She thought we shouldn't wait for a 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 a rambling itch
[Chorus]
Oh, 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
Well, 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"
Written by: Richard Thompson