The Futureheads Beeswing Lyrics

Rant Track Listing
CD 1
  • 1 Meantime
  • 2 Meet Me Halfway
  • 3 Robot
  • 4 Beeswing
  • 5 Thursday
  • 6 Summer Is Icumen In
  • 7 The Keeper
  • 8 The No.1 Song in Heaven
  • 9 The Old Dun Cow
  • 10 Acapella
  • 11 Man Ray
  • 12 Heartbeat Song
  • I came to town and they called it the summer
    I came to town and they called it the summer

    I was nineteen when I came to town
    and they called it the summer of love
    they were burning babies, burning flags
    there were hawks against the doves
    I got a job in the steamie down on Cauldrum Street
    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, oh she was a running wild
    she said, "As long as there's no price on love,
    As long as there's no price on love
    As long as there's no price on love, I'll stay
    wouldn't want me any other way"

    I came to town and they called it the summer
    I came to town and they called it the summer

    Brown hair zig-zag around her face
    and a look of half surprise
    like a fox caught in the headlights
    there was animal in her eyes
    she said, "Young man, 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, blow her away
    she was a lost child, oh she was a running wild
    she says, "As long as there's no price on love,
    As long as there's no price on love
    As long as there's no price on love, I'll stay
    and it 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 may be Lord of half the world
    but you'll not own me as well"

    [Chorus:]

    We was camping down the Gower one time
    and the work was pretty good
    she thought we shouldn't wait for the frost
    and I thought maybe we should
    we was drinking more in those days
    and tempers reached a pitch
    like a fool I let her run
    with the rambling itch

    On the last I heard she's sleeping rough
    back on the Derby beat
    White Horse in her hip pocket
    and a wolfhound at her feet
    and they even say she married once
    a man named Romany Brown
    but even a gypsy caravan
    was too much settling down

    And they say her flower is faded now
    hard weather and hard booze
    but maybe that's the price
    you pay for the chains you refuse

    [Chorus:]

    Thanks to elusive for correcting these lyrics

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