Richard Thompson – Beeswing (Guitar Live)
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Artist: Richard Thompson
Song: Beeswing
Lyrics taken from live version at
[Verse 1]
F I was nineteen when I came to town F They called it the Summer of Love F They were burning babies, burning flags C Bb The Hawks against the Doves F I took a job in the Steamie F Down on Cauldrum Street F I fell in love with a laundry girl C Bb Was working next to me
[Chorus]
Dm She was a rare thing F Fine as a bee's wing Dm C Bb So fine a breath of wind might blow her away Dm She was a lost child F She was running wild, she said Dm C Bb As long as there's no price on love, I'll stay Gm C Bb And you wouldn't want me any other way
[Verse 2]
F Brown hair zig-zag round her face F And a look of half-surprise F Like a fox caught in the headlights C Bb There was animal in her eyes F She said, young man, O can't you see F I'm not the factory kind F If you don't take me out of here C Bb I'll surely lose my mind
[Chorus]
Dm She was a rare thing F Fine as a bee's wing Dm C Bb So fine that I might crush her where she lay Dm She was a lost child F She was running wild, she said Dm C Bb As long as there's no price on love, I'll stay Gm C Bb And you wouldn't want me any other way
[Verse 3]
F We busked around the market towns F And picked fruit down in Kent F And we could tinker lamps and pots C Bb And knives wherever we went F And I said that we might settle down F Get a few acres dug F Fire burning in the hearth C Bb And babies on the rug F She said O man, you foolish man F It surely sounds like hell F You might be lord of half the world C Bb You'll not own me as well
[Chorus]
Dm She was a rare thing F Fine as a bee's wing Dm C Bb So fine a breath of wind might blow her away Dm She was a lost child F She was running wild, she said Dm C Bb As long as there's no price on love, I'll stay Gm C Bb And you wouldn't want me any other way
[Verse 3]
F We was camping down the Gower one time F The work was pretty good F She thought we shouldn't wait for frost C Bb And I thought maybe we should F We were drinking more in those days F And tempers reached a pitch F Like a fool I let her run C Bb With a rambling itch F Last I hear she's sleeping rough F Back on the Derby beat F White Horse in her hip pocket C Bb And a wolfhound at her feet F And they say she even marriend once F A man named Romany Brown F But even a Gypsy caravan C Bb Was too much settling down F And they say her flower is faded now F Hard weather and hard booze F But maybe that's just the price you pay C Bb For the chains you refuse
[Chorus]
Dm She was a rare thing F Fine as a bee's wing Dm C Bb And I miss her more than ever words could say Dm If I could just taste F All of her wildness now Dm C Bb If I could hold her in my arms today Gm C Bb Then I wouldn't want her any other way