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 

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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"

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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"

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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 

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                          Thanks to elusive for correcting these lyrics