Whistlin' Donkeys, Bee's Wing (2015)
^{Key: :[D] (w: Richard Thompson, 1994)}

INTRO: [D] [G] [D] [G]

VERSE 1:
[D] I was 18 when I came to town, they called it the summer of love
They were [D] burning babies burning flags, the [A] hawks against the [G] doves
[D] I took a job at the steaming, way down on Caltrim Street
And I [D] fell in love with a laundry girl that was [A] workin' next to [G] me

VERSE 2:
[D] Brown hair zig zagged around her face and a look of half surprise
Like a [D] fox caught in the headlights, there was [A] animal in her [G] eyes
She [D] said to me, oh can't you see, I'm not the factory kind
And if [D] you don't take me out of here, [A] I'll lose my [G] mind

CHORUS:
She was a [Bm] rare thing, as fine as a [D] bee's wing
So [Bm] fine a breath of [A] wind might blow her a-[G]-way
She was a [Bm] lost child, she was [D] runnin' wild
She said so [Bm] long as there's no [A] price on love I'll [G] stay
You [Em] wouldn't want me [A] any other [G] way

VERSE 3:
We [D] busked around the market towns, fruit pickin', down in Kent,
[D] We could tinker pots and pans and [A] knives wherever we [G] went
And I [D] said to her, we'll settle down and get a few acres dug
With a [D] fire burning in the hearth and [A] babies on the [G] rug

PRE-CHORUS:
She said, [Bm] oh man, you foolish man that [A] surely sounds like [D] hell
You [D] might be lord of half the world, you'll [A] not own me as [G] well

CHORUS 2:
She was a [Bm] rare thing, as fine as a [D] bee's wing
So [Bm] fine a breath of [A] wind might blow her a-[G]-way
She was a [Bm] lost child, she was [D] runnin' wild
She said so [Bm] long as there's no [A] price on love I'll [G] stay
You [Em] wouldn't want me [A] any other [G] way

BREAK: [over VERSE]

VERSE 4:
We were [D] campin down the Gower one time when the work was mighty good
[D] She wouldn't wait for the harvest, [A] I thought we [G] should
We were [D] drinking more in those days, our tempers reached a pitch
Like a [D] fool I let her run away [A] when she took the rambling [G] itch

VERSE 5:
And the [D] last I heard she's living rough back in the Derby beat
A [D] bottle of White Horse in her pocket, a [A] Wolfhound at her [G] feet
And they [D] say that she got married once to a man called Romany Brown
[D] Even a gypsy caravan was too [A] much like settlin' [G] down

PRE-CHORUS 3:
They [Bm] say her rose has faded, [A] rough weather and hard [D] booze
[D] Maybe that's the price you pay for the [A] chains that you [G] refuse

CHORUS 3:
She was a [Bm] rare thing, as fine as a [D] bee's wing
I [Bm] miss her more than [A] ever words can [G] say
[Bm] If I could just taste all of her [D] wildness now
[Bm] If I could hold [A] her in my arms [G] today
[Em] I wouldn't want [A] her any other [G] way

BREAK: [over VERSE]