She was:
- Working next to me
- A rare thing
- Fine as:
- a bee’s wing
- so fine a breath of air might blow her away
- A lost child
- Running wild
- Sleeping rough back on the Derby beat
- Even married once, to a man named Romany Brown
I was:
- Nineteen when I came to town
- In love with a laundry girl
We:
- Busked around the market square
- Picked fruit down in Kent
- Could tinker lamps and pots and knives wherever we went
- Was camping down the Gower
- Was drinking more in those days
They were:
- Burning babies
- Burning flags
- Calling it the Summer of Love
- Hawks and doves
She said:
- “As long as there’s no price on love I’ll stay”
- “You wouldn’t want me any other way”
- “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 man, you foolish man, it surely sounds like hell”
- “You might be lord of half the world, you’ll not own me as well”
I said:
- “We might settle down, get a few acres dug”
- “Fire burning in the hearth and babies on the rug”
If I could:
- Just taste all of her wildness now
- Hold her in my arms today
I wouldn’t:
- Want her any other way
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Now, why would you go and do something like that to a perfectly good Richard Thompson song?
Well, none of the bad Richard Thompson songs would stay still long enough.