I was 19 when I came to town, they called it the summer of love
They were burning babies burning flags, the hawks against the doves
I took a job at the steaming, way down on Caltrim street
And I fell in love with a laundry girl that was workin' next to me
Brown hair zig zagged around her face with a look of half surprise
Like a fox caught in the headlights, there was animal in her eyes
She said oh man, oh can't you see, I'm not the factory kind
And if you don't take me out of here, I'll lose my mind


She was a rare thing, as fine as a bee's wing
So fine a breath of wind might blow her away
She was a lost child, she was runnin' wild
She said so long as there's no price on love I'll stay
You wouldn't want me any other way


We busked around the market towns, fruit pickin', down in Kent
We could tinker lamps and pots and pans and knives wherever we went
I said that we should 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
Well 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 that I might crush her where she lay
She was a lost child, she was runnin' 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 campin down in Gower one time the work was pretty good
She said we shouldn't wait for the frost, but I thought we should
We were drinking more in those days, our fevers reached a pitch
Like a fool I let her run when she took the rambling itch
Now last I hear she's sleeping rough back on the Derby beat
White Lithening in her hip pocket and a Wolfhound at her feet
They say she got married once to a man named Romany Brown
But even a gypsy caravan was too much like settlin' down
They say her flower has faded now, rough weather and hard booze
Well Maybe that's the price you pay for the chains that you refuse

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, she was runnin' wild
She said so long as there's no price on love I'll stay
You wouldn't want me any other way


She was a rare thing, as fine as a bee's wing
I miss her more than many words could say
If I could just taste all of her wildness now
and hold her in my arms for one more day
I wouldn't want her any other way