Beeswing — Richard Thompson
Chords and lyrics for Beeswing by Richard Thompson (key of C).
Verse
[G]I was [C]19 when I [G]came to town [G]they called it the [C]summer of [G]love
[G]They were burning[C] babies, [G]burning flags, the [D]hawks against the [C]doves
[G]I took a [C]job in the [G]steamie [G]down on [C]Cauldrumm [G]St,
[G]I fell in [C]love with a [G]laundry girl who was [D]workin' next to [C]me
Chorus
[Em]She was a rare thing, fine as a[G] bee's wing
[Em]So fine a breath of [D]wind might blow her [C]away
[Em]She was a lost child, she was [G]runnin' wild
[Em]She said so long as [D]there's no price on [C]love I'll stay
[Am]And you wouldn't [D]want me any [C]other way
Verse
[G]Brown hair [C]zig zagged [G]around her face and [G]look [C]of half [G]surprise,
[G]Like a 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,
[G]If you don't [C]take me [G]out of here I'll [D]surely lose my [C]mind
Chorus
[Em]She was a rare thing, fine as a[G] bee's wing
[Em]So fine that I might[D] crush her where she [C]lay
[Em]She was a lost child, she was [G]runnin' wild
[Em]She said so long as [D]there's no price on [C]love I'll stay
[Am]You wouldn't want [D]me any other [C]way
Verse
[G]We busked [C]around the [G]market towns, [G]we picked fruit [C]down in [G]Kent
[G]We could tinker [C]lamps and [G]pots n knives [D]wherever we [C]went
[G]I said to [C]her we'll [G]settle down, [G]get a [C]few acres [G]dug,
[G]A fire [C]burning [G]in the hearth and [D]babbies on the [C]rug
[G]She said Oh [C]man, you [G]foolish man, that [G]surely [C]sounds like [G]hell,
[G]You might be [C]lord of [G]half the world but you'll [D]not own me as [C]well
Chorus
[Em]She was a rare thing, fine as a[G] bee's wing
[Em]So fine a breath of [D]wind might blow her [C]away
[Em]She was a lost child, she was [G]runnin' wild (she said)
[Em]So long as there's no [D]price on love I'll [C]stay
[Am]You wouldn't want [D]me any other [C]way
Verse
[G]We was [C]campin' [G]down the Gower one time, [G]the work was [C]pretty [G]good
[G]She thought we [C]shouldn't [G]wait for the frost and [D]I thought maybe we [C]should
We [G]were drinking [C]more in[G] those days, [G]tempers[C] reached a[G] pitch
And[G] like a [C]fool I [C]let her run [D]with the ramblin' [C]itch
Oh [G]the last I [C]heard she was [G]sleeping rough [G]back on the[C] Darby [G]beat
[G]White Horse in [C]her hip [G]pocket, and a [D]Wolfhound at her [C]feet
[G]They say that [C]she [G]married once to a[G] man called [C]Romany [G]Brown
but [G]even a [C]gypsy [G]caravan was [D]too much settlin'[C] down
[G]They say her [C]rose has [G]bloomed now, [G]hard weather [C]and hard [G]booze,
[G]Maybe [C]that's the [G]price you pay for the [D]chains that you [C]refuse
Outro
[Em]She was a rare thing, fine as a [G]bee's wing
I [Em]miss her more than [D]words could ever [C]say
If [Em]I could just taste all of her [G]wildness now
If[Em] I could hold her [D]in my arms [C]today
[Am]I wouldn't want her [D]any other [C]way...
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