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 [Cm] rare thing, as fine as a [D#] bee's wing
So [Cm] fine a breath of [A#] wind might blow her a-[G#]-way
She was a [Cm] lost child, she was [D#] runnin' wild
She said so [Cm] long as there's no [A#] price on love I'll [G#] stay
You [Fm] 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, [Cm] 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 [Cm] rare thing, as fine as a [D#] bee's wing
So [Cm] fine a breath of [A#] wind might blow her a-[G#]-way
She was a [Cm] lost child, she was [D#] runnin' wild
She said so [Cm] long as there's no [A#] price on love I'll [G#] stay
You [Fm] 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 [Cm] 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 [Cm] rare thing, as fine as a [D#] bee's wing
I [Cm] miss her more than [A#] ever words can [G#] say
[Cm] If I could just taste all of her [D#] wildness now
[Cm] If I could hold [A#] her in my arms [G#] today
[Fm] I wouldn't want [A#] her any other [G#] way

BREAK: [over VERSE]