Beeswing Chords

Lyrics & chords

[Intro 1]
[G][G]

[Verse 1]
I was [G]18 when I came to town
they called it the summer of love
Burning babies burning flags
the [D]hawks against the [C]doves
I [G]took a job at the steaming
way down on Caltrim St.
And they fell in love with a laundry girl
that was [D]workin' next to [C]me

[Verse 2]
Brown [G]hair zig zagged around her face
and a look of half surprise
Like a fox caught in the headlights
there was [D]animal in her [C]eyes
She [G]said to me, can't you see,
I'm not the factory kind
And if you don't take me out of here,
[D]I'll lose my min[C]d

[Chorus 1]
She was a [Em]rare thing, fine as a [G]bee's wing
So [Em]fine a breath of [Bm]wind
might blow her a[C]way
She was a [Em]lost child,
she was [G]runnin' wild (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

[Verse 3]
We [G]busked around the market towns
fruit pickin', down in Kent
We could tinker pots and pans
or [D]knives wherever we [C]went
We were [G]campin' down the Gower
and the work was mighty good
She wouldn't wait for the harvest,
[D]I thought we sho[C]uld

[Verse 4]
I [G]said to her, we'll settle down,
and get a few acres dug
A fire burning in the hearth
and [D]babies on the [C]rug
She [Em]said, oh man you foolish man
that [D]surely sounds like [G]hell
You might be [C]lord of [G]half the world,
you'll [D]not own me as [C]well

[Chorus 2]
She was a [Em]rare thing, fine as a [G]bee's wing
So [Em]fine a breath of [Bm]wind
might blow her a[C]way
She was a [Em]lost child,
she was [G]runnin' wild (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

[Verse 5]
We were [G]drinking more in those days,
our tempers reached a pitch
Like a fool I let her run away
when she [D]took the rambling [C]itch
And the [G]last I heard she was living rough
back on the Derby beat
With a bottle of White Horse in her pocket,
a [D]Wolfhound at her [C]feet

[Verse 6]
They [G]say that she got married once
to a man called Romany Brown
Even a gypsy caravan
was too [D]much like settlin' [C]down
They [Em]say her rose has faded,
rough [D]weather and hard [G]booze
Maybe [C]that's the [G]price you pay
for the [D]chains that you re[C]fuse

[Chorus 3]
She was a [Em]rare thing, fine as a [G]bee's wing
And I [Em]miss her more
than [Bm]ever words can [C]say
If I could [Em]just taste
all of her [G]wildness now
If [Em]I could hold her in[D] my arms today[C]
I [Am]wouldn't want her [D]any other [C]way

[Chorus 4]
She was a [Em]rare thing, fine as a [G]bee's wing
And I [Em]miss her more
than [Bm]ever words can blow [C]say
If I could [Em]just taste
all of her [G]wildness now
If [Em]I could hold her in[D] my arms today[C]
I [Am]wouldn't want her [D]any other [C]way