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 [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 theres no price on love I’ll stay Am D C You wouldn’t want me any other way [Verse 2] 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 [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 theres no price on love I’ll stay Am D C You wouldn’t want me any other way [Verse 3] 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 [Chorus] 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