Richard Thompson – Beeswing (Guitar)
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Chords
[Verse]
G C G G C G I was 19 when I came to town they called it the summer of love G C G D C They were burning babies, burning flags, the hawks against the doves G C G G C G I took a job in the steamie down on Cauldrumm St, G C G D C I fell in love with a laundry girl who was workin' next to me
[Chorus]
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 Em D C She said so long as there's no price on love I'll stay Am D C And you wouldn't want me any other way
[Verse]
G C G G C G Brown hair zig zagged around her face and look of half surprise, G C G D C Like a fox caught in the headlights there was animal in her eyes, G C G C G She said young man, oh can't you see I'm not the factory kind, G C G D C If you don't take me out of here I'll surely lose my mind
[Chorus]
Em G She was a rare thing, fine as a bee's wing Em D C So fine that I might crush her where she lay Em G She was a lost child, she was runnin' wild Em D C She said so long as there's no price on love I'll stay Am D C You wouldn't want me any other way
[Verse]
G C G G C G We busked around the market towns, we picked fruit down in Kent G C G D C We could tinker lamps and pots n knives wherever we went G C G G C G I said to her we'll settle down, get a few acres dug, G C G D C A fire burning in the hearth and babbies on the rug G C G G C G She said Oh man, you foolish man, that surely sounds like hell, G C G D C You might be lord of half the world but you'll not own me as well
[Chorus]
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 there's no price on love I'll stay Am D C You wouldn't want me any other way
[Verse]
G C G G C G We was campin' down the Gower one time, the work was pretty good G C G D C She thought we shouldn't wait for the frost and I thought maybe we should G C G G C G We were drinking more in those days, tempers reached a pitch G C C D C And like a fool I let her run with the ramblin' itch G C G G C G Oh the last I heard she was sleeping rough back on the Darby beat G C G D C White Horse in her hip pocket, and a Wolfhound at her feet G C G G C G They say that she married once to a man called Romany Brown G C G D C but even a gypsy caravan was too much settlin' down G C G G C G They say her rose has bloomed now, hard weather and hard booze, G C G D C Maybe that's the price you pay for the chains that you refuse
[Outro]
Em G She was a rare thing, fine as a bee's wing Em D C I miss her more than words could ever 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...