Daily
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1226 날씨 굿 기분은 알아서 또 살리고 담배로 아직 못 차린 정신…
Ahmed Khan ਹੇਗੀ ਮੇਰੀ ਯਾਰ ਤੂੰ ਕੱਲੀ ਹੇਗੀ ਮੇਰੀ one and only ਕਿੱਸੇ ਹੋਰ…
Ben esser For the first time in my life I feel loved Used…
Brooke Daye Yeah I see her on the daily Hanging with our friends Nothing…
C. Scott Hy-C on the beat I be out here Flexing in the hills Making…
Cleber McCarthy coro: Tu passas a vida na esquina a meter o pica da…
Cortes Yeah I need you on the daily, daily Couple weeks and…
DIA 오늘이야 D-day 내 맘 고백하는 날 두근두근 매일매일 아침 눈 뜨면 그대부터…
Dotha I drip on the daily Fuck hoes on the daily Bankroll on…
Grey256 Hádáme se daily I když se usmíříme, zejtra je to stejný,…
Harinder Samra Is a Dream Boy Past ਜੇ ਕਰੇ ਸਾਡਾ cast ਕੁੜੇ ਜ਼ਿੰਦਗੀ ਸੀ…
JIVU This is how we do it like everyday, Today, for days, Tunaifa…
Jortzy (Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah) (Gotta show up) (Woah w…
K.A.A.N. Bleverly Hills This year is my year ayo bro bro im tryna…
La Famille Bou I wake up everyday to your sweet face In your arms…
Lunace Find me on the train Seem directions outside the frame Find …
Michael Christmas Open my eyes what the fuck do I see? I see…
ohtrapstar Get to the bank on Monday Flood my wrist on Tuesday…
PROTIVA Tempo dolů high jsem tolik Moje myšlenky mě serou Nechci mlu…
Quest MW Daily yeah Daily Daily daily daily daily Daily daily daily d…
Rival & Cadmium Remember when love was all that mattered I do Remember how…
Saint Charles Me and my bros been workin hard cuz we ain't…
SD Remember when was all that matter, I do Remember how I…
SmallZ Yeah Lately shit is crazy Going through the motions I swear …
Squiggly Lines Laid waste to a pattern of Self destruction better left behi…
T.Q. Daily, seems like I just can't get ahead as soon…
Teezy I hop out of my bed, 去追求我的夢 很多的時候都發現全部是場空 I pray for myself,…
TQ [Chorus] Daily, seems like I just can't get ahead As…
Vinchenzo I remember rollin' down your street one day when I…



Vinchenzo Tahapary I remember rollin' down your street One day when I was…


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@Patrick-qc4zy

I was 18 when I came to town they called it the Summer of Love
Burning babies, burning flags, the hawks against the dove
I took a job at the Steaming way down on Caltrim Street
And they fell in love with a laundry girl, that was working next to me

Brown hair, zigzagged all round face, a look of half surprise
Like a fox caught in the headlights, there was animal in her eyes
She said to me, "Can't you see I'm not the factory kind?"
And if you don't take me out of here, I'll lose me mind

She was a rare thing, fine as a beeswing
So fine, a breath of wind might blow her away
And she was a lost child, she was running 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 picking down in Kent
We could tinker pots and pans or knives wherever we went
We were campin' down the Gower, but the work was mighty good
She wouldn't wait for the harvest and I thought we should

I said to her, "We'll settle down and get a few acres dug"
With a fire burning in the heart 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"

But she was a rare thing, fine as a beeswing
So fine, a breath of wind might blow her away
And she was a lost child, she was running 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 drinking more in those days, our tempers reached a pitch
Like a fool, I let her run away when she took the rambling itch
And the last I heard, she is living rough back on the Derby beach
With a bottle of white horse in her pocket, a wolfhound at her feet

They say that she got married once to a man called Romany Brown
Even a gypsy caravan was too much to settling down
They say her rose has faded, rough weather and hard booze
Maybe that's the price you pay for the chains that you refuse

Oh, she was a rare thing, fine as a beeswing
And I miss her more than ever words can say
If I could just taste all of her wildness now
If I could hold her in my arms today
I wouldn't want her any other way

If I could hold her in my arms today
I wouldn't want her any other way



All comments from YouTube:

@dougieladd

I heard this song for the very first time last week... I'm 56. I can't believe I've never heard this until now. This version of Richard Thompson's song is so good too. It's beautiful song.

@allanhughes7859

ME TOO !!

@user-tr5ny9mq2m

No matter how many times I listen to Christy sing Beeswing it sounds amazing and tugs at my heart.

@oriorda9470

The brilliant Declan Sinnott is quite extraordinary in the way he enhances everything Christy does, with a minimalist approach, no unnecessary notes and perfect in every way. Listen to him playing behind Christy - the man is a consummate musician.

@lorraynecorre8635

😂

@lorraynecorre8635

77th brigade mate, don't like truth or love ❤

@dieselman7453

Declan is an extremely talented guitarist 🎸🎸🎸🇮🇪

@AlanMorrissey-wu9zf

Frankl was declan brother

@kevlally

Beautifully said sir... So right!

@johnnylynch1216

Been listening to this song for a couple of years now and after we lost two children in early pregnancy I have got great comfort from it but find myself a very lucky man to have an amazing wife and 3 beautiful children. such a very touching song

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