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