Beeswing
Richard Thompson
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G C G G I was 19 when I came to townC G they called it the summer of loveG C G They were burning babies,D C burning flags, the hawks against the dovesG C G G I took a job in the steamieC G down on Cauldrumm St,G C G I fell in love with a laundryD C girl who was workin' next to me [Chorus]Em G She was a rare thing, fine as a bee's wingEm D So fine a breath of wind mightC blow her awayEm She was a lost child, she wasG runnin' wildEm D She said so long as there's noC price on love I'll stayAm D C And you wouldn't want me any other way [Verse]G C G Brown hair zig zagged around herG C G face and look of half surprise,G C G Like a fox caught in theD C headlights there was animal in her eyes,G She said young man, oh can't you see I'm not the factory kind,G If you don't take me out of hereD C I'll surely lose my mind [Chorus]Em G She was a rare thing, fine as a bee's wingEm D So fine that I might crush herC where she layContinúa después del anuncioEm She was a lost child, she wasG runnin' wildEm D She said so long as there's noC price on love I'll stayAm D C You wouldn't want me any other way [Verse]G C G We busked around the marketG C G towns, we picked fruit down in KentG C G We could tinker lamps and pots nD C knives wherever we wentG C G I said to her we'll settle down,G C G get a few acres dug,G C G A fire burning in the hearth andD C babbies on the rugG C G She said Oh man, you foolishG C G man, that surely sounds like hell,G C G You might be lord of half theD C world but you'll not own me as well [Chorus]Em G She was a rare thing, fine as a bee's wingEm D So fine a breath of wind mightC blow her awayEm She was a lost child, she wasG runnin' wild (she said)Em D So long as there's no price onC love I'll stayAm D C You wouldn't want me any other way [Verse]G C G We was campin' down the GowerG C G one time, the work was pretty goodG C G She thought we shouldn't waitD for the frost and I thought maybe weC shouldG C G We were drinking more in thoseG C G days, tempers reached a pitchG C C D And like a fool I let her runC with the ramblin' itchG C G Oh the last I heard she wasG C G sleeping rough back on the Darby beatG C G White Horse in her hip pocket,D C and a Wolfhound at her feetG C G They say that she married once toG C G a man called Romany BrownG C G D but even a gypsy caravan was tooC much settlin' downG C G They say her rose has bloomedG C G now, hard weather and hard booze,G C G Maybe that's the price you payD C for the chains that you refuse [Otro]Em She was a rare thing, fine as aG bee's wingEm D I miss her more than words couldC ever sayEm If I could just taste all of herG wildness nowEm D C If I could hold her in my arms todayAm D C I wouldn't want her any other way...