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

INTRO: [A#] [D#] [A#] [D#]

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

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

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

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

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

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

BREAK: [over VERSE]

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

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

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

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

BREAK: [over VERSE]