Beeswing

       G
I was 18 when I came to town they called it the summer of love
       G                           D                C
Burnin' babies burnin' flags the hawks against the dove
       G
I took a job at the steaming way down on Caltrim Street
       G                                  D              C
Fell in love with a laundry girl that was workin' next to me
       G
Brown hair zig-zagged around her face and a look of half surprise
       G                                       D             C
Like a fox caught in the headlights there was animal in her eyes
       G
She said to me can’t you see I’m not the factory kind
       G                               D       C
If you don’t take me out of here I’ll lose my mind

          Em                    G
She was a rare thing fine as a bee’s wing
    Em               D                   C
So fine a breath of wind might blow her away
          Em                    G
She was a lost child, she was runnin’ wild (she said)
    Em                D                  C
So long as theres no price on love I’ll stay
    Am                D         C
You wouldn’t want me any other way

     G
We busked around the market towns fruit pickin down in Kent
     G                            D                 C
We could tinker pots and pans or knives wherever we went
     G
We were campin down the Gower, the work was mighty good
     G                                D          C
She wouldn’t wait for the harvest, I thought we should
     G
I said to her we’ll settle down, get a few acres dug
     G                                 D             C
With a fire burning in the hearth and babbies on the rug
     Em                                D                G
She said Oh man you foolish man that surely sounds like hell
              C        G                    D             C
You might be lord of half the world, you’ll not own me as well

          Em                    G
She was a rare thing fine as a bee’s wing
    Em               D                   C
So fine a breath of wind might blow her away
          Em                    G
She was a lost child, she was runnin’ wild (she said)
    Em                D                  C
So long as theres no price on love I’ll stay
    Am                D         C
You wouldn’t want me any other way

        G
We were drinking more in those days our tempers reached a pitch
        G                                 D                C
Like a fool I let her run away when she took the rambling itch
        G
Last I heard she was living rough back on the Derby beat
        G                                  D               C
A bottle of White Horse in her pocket, a Wolfhound at her feet
        G
They say that she got married once to a man called Romany Brown
        G                      D                 C
Even a gypsy caravan was too much like settlin’ down
      Em                            D                G
They say her rose has faded, rough weather and hard booze
        C        G                      D              C
Maybe thats the price you pay for the chains that you refuse

           Em                     G
She was a rare thing, fine as a bee’s wing
    Em                D             C
I miss her more than ever words can say
            Em                    G
If I could just taste all of her wildness now
   Em                  D           C
If I could hold her in my arms today
   Am                D         C
I wouldn’t want her any other way

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