Beeswing

Beeswing 1

I was [G]18 when I came to town they called it the Summer of love Burning babies [Em]burning flags the [D]hawks against the [C]doves I [G]took a job at the steaming way down on Caltrim St, Fell in love with a [Em]laundry Girl that was [D]workin next to [C]me.

[G]Brown hair zig zagged across her face and a look of half surprise, Like a fox caught in the headlights there was [D]animal in her [C]eyes, [G]She said to me can’t you see I’m not the factory kind, If you don’t take me [Em]out of here I’ll [D]surely lose my [C]mind

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

[G]We busked around the market towns fruit pickin’ down in Kent We could tinker [Em]pots and pans or [D]knives wherever we [C]went. [G]We were campin’ down the Gower one time, the work was mighty good. She wouldn’t wait for the [Em]harvest, I [D]thought we [C]should.

I [G]said to her we’ll settle down, get a few acres dug, A fire burning [Em]in the hearth and [D]babbies on the [C]rug. [G]She said, Oh! man you [D]foolish man that surely sounds like [Em]hell, You might be Lord of [G]half the world, You’ll [D]not own me as [C]well

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

[G]We were drinking more in those days our tempers reached a pitch Like a fool I let her [Em]run away when she [D]took the rambling [C]itch. [G]Last I heard she was living rough back on the Derby beat A bottle of White Horse [Em]in her pocket, a [D]Wolfhound at her [C]feet

[G]They say that she got married once to a man called Romany Brown Even a gypsy [Em]caravan was too [D]much like settlin’ [C]down [G]They say her rose has faded, [D]rough weather and hard [Em]booze, Maybe that’s the [G]price you pay for the [D]chains that you re[C]fuse

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

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