I was nineteen 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 in the STeamie down on Cauldrum Street
And I fell in love with a laundry girl who was working next to me

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 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 and 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 bee's wing
So fine that I might crush her where she lay
She was a lost child,
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 was 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 was drinking more in those days and tempers reached a pitch
And like a fool I let her run with the rambling itch
And they say her flower is faded now,
Hard weather and hard booze
But maybe that's just the price you pay for the chains you refuse

Oh she was a rare thing,
Fine as a bee's wing
And 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
Well I wouldn't want her any other way
Oh I wouldn't want her any other way
Oh I wouldn't want her any other way

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