{t:Beeswing}
{st:Richard Thompson}

[capo on 2]

I was [G]nineteen[C] when I [G]came to town, they called it the [C]Summer of [G]Love
They were [G]burning [C]babies, [G]burning flags. The [D]hawks against the [C]doves
I [G]took a [C]job in the [G]steamie down on [C]Cauldrum [G]Street
And I [G]fell in [C]love with a [G]laundry girl who was [D]working next to [C]me


[chorus]
Oh 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, oh she was [G]running wild
She said "As [Em]long as there's no [D]price on love, I'll [C]stay.
And you [Am]wouldn't want me [D]any other [G]way"


Brown [G]hair zig-[C]zag a[G]round her face and a look of [C]half-sur[G]prise
Like a [G]fox caught [C]in the [G]headlights, there was [D]animal in her [C]eyes
She [G]said "Young [C]man, oh [G]can't you see I'm not the [C]factory [G]kind
If [G]you don't [C]take me [G]out of here I'll [D]surely lose my [C]mind"


[chorus]
Oh 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, oh she was [G]running wild
She said "As [Em]long as there's no [D]price on love, I'll [C]stay.
And you [Am]wouldn't want me [D]any other [G]way"


We [G]busked [C]around the [G]market towns and picked fruit [C]down in [G]Kent
And [G]we could [C]tinker [G]pots and pans and [D]knives wherever we [C]went
And I [G]said that [C]we might [G]settle down, get a few [C]acres [G]dug
[G]Fire [C]burning [G]in the hearth and [D]babies on the [C]rug
She [Em]said "Oh man, you foolish man, it surely [D]sounds like [G]hell.
You [G]might be [C]lord of [G]half the world, you'll [D]not own me as [C]well"


[chorus]
Oh 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, oh she was [G]running wild
She said "As [Em]long as there's no [D]price on love, I'll [C]stay.
And you [Am]wouldn't want me [D]any other [G]way"


We was [G]camping [C]down the [G]Gower one time, the work was [C]pretty [G]good
[G]She wouldn't [C]wait for the [G]harvest and [D]I thought maybe we [C]should
[G]We was [C]drinking [G]more in those days and tempers [C]reached a [G]pitch
And [G]like a [C]fool I [G]let her run when she [D]got the rambling [C]itch


[chorus]
Oh 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, oh she was [G]running wild
She said "As [Em]long as there's no [D]price on love, I'll [C]stay.
And you [Am]wouldn't want me [D]any other [G]way"


Oh the [G]last I [C]heard she's [G]sleeping rough back on the [C]Derby [G]beat
[G]White Horse [C]in her hip [G]pocket and a [D]wolfhound at her [C]feet
And they [G]say she [C]even [G]married once, to a man named [C]Romany [G]Brown
But [G]even a [C]gypsy [G]caravan was [D]too much settling [C]down
And they [Em]say her flower is faded now, hard [D]weather and hard [G]booze
But [G]maybe that's [C]just the [G]price you pay for the [D]chains you re[C]fuse


Oh she was a [Em]rare thing, fine as a [G]bee's wing
And I [Em]miss her more than [D]ever words could [C]say
If [Em]I could just taste all of her [G]wildness now
If [Em]I could hold her [D]in my arms to[C]day
Well I [Am]wouldn't want her [D]any other [G]way