Whistlin' Donkeys, Bee's Wing (2015)
Key: :[C] (w: Richard Thompson, 1994)
INTRO: [C] [F] [C] [F]
VERSE 1:
[C] I was 18 when I came to town, they called it the summer of love
They were
[C] burning babies burning flags, the
[G] hawks against the
[F] doves
[C] I took a job at the steaming, way down on Caltrim Street
And I
[C] fell in love with a laundry girl that was
[G] workin' next to
[F] me
VERSE 2:
[C] Brown hair zig zagged around her face and a look of half surprise
Like a
[C] fox caught in the headlights, there was
[G] animal in her
[F] eyes
She
[C] said to me, oh can't you see, I'm not the factory kind
And if
[C] you don't take me out of here,
[G] I'll lose my
[F] mind
CHORUS:
She was a
[Am] rare thing, as fine as a
[C] bee's wing
So
[Am] fine a breath of
[G] wind might blow her a-
[F]-way
She was a
[Am] lost child, she was
[C] runnin' wild
She said so
[Am] long as there's no
[G] price on love I'll
[F] stay
You
[Dm] wouldn't want me
[G] any other
[F] way
VERSE 3:
We
[C] busked around the market towns, fruit pickin', down in Kent,
[C] We could tinker pots and pans and
[G] knives wherever we
[F] went
And I
[C] said to her, we'll settle down and get a few acres dug
With a
[C] fire burning in the hearth and
[G] babies on the
[F] rug
PRE-CHORUS:
She said,
[Am] oh man, you foolish man that
[G] surely sounds like
[C] hell
You
[C] might be lord of half the world, you'll
[G] not own me as
[F] well
CHORUS 2:
She was a
[Am] rare thing, as fine as a
[C] bee's wing
So
[Am] fine a breath of
[G] wind might blow her a-
[F]-way
She was a
[Am] lost child, she was
[C] runnin' wild
She said so
[Am] long as there's no
[G] price on love I'll
[F] stay
You
[Dm] wouldn't want me
[G] any other
[F] way
BREAK: [over VERSE]
VERSE 4:
We were
[C] campin down the Gower one time when the work was mighty good
[C] She wouldn't wait for the harvest,
[G] I thought we
[F] should
We were
[C] drinking more in those days, our tempers reached a pitch
Like a
[C] fool I let her run away
[G] when she took the rambling
[F] itch
VERSE 5:
And the
[C] last I heard she's living rough back in the Derby beat
A
[C] bottle of White Horse in her pocket, a
[G] Wolfhound at her
[F] feet
And they
[C] say that she got married once to a man called Romany Brown
[C] Even a gypsy caravan was too
[G] much like settlin'
[F] down
PRE-CHORUS 3:
They
[Am] say her rose has faded,
[G] rough weather and hard
[C] booze
[C] Maybe that's the price you pay for the
[G] chains that you
[F] refuse
CHORUS 3:
She was a
[Am] rare thing, as fine as a
[C] bee's wing
I
[Am] miss her more than
[G] ever words can
[F] say
[Am] If I could just taste all of her
[C] wildness now
[Am] If I could hold
[G] her in my arms
[F] today
[Dm] I wouldn't want
[G] her any other
[F] way
BREAK: [over VERSE] 