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