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I started singing Richard Thompson’s “Beeswing” in the shower this morning and it’s been with me all day.
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
I first heard this at a show during a tour that preceded Mirror Blue, and I spent the rest of the evening asking the old-timers where I could find it, since I could only assume that it was a Fairport classic or from an album that everybody else had cherished and treasured for decades. Of course, none of the old-timers wanted to admit that they had never heard it before, so I left with a string of album titles to begin my search.
