Whistlin' Donkeys, Bee's Wing (2015)
Key: :[F] (w: Richard Thompson, 1994)
INTRO: [F] [A#] [F] [A#]
VERSE 1:
[F] I was 18 when I came to town, they called it the summer of love
They were
[F] burning babies burning flags, the
[C] hawks against the
[A#] doves
[F] I took a job at the steaming, way down on Caltrim Street
And I
[F] fell in love with a laundry girl that was
[C] workin' next to
[A#] me
VERSE 2:
[F] Brown hair zig zagged around her face and a look of half surprise
Like a
[F] fox caught in the headlights, there was
[C] animal in her
[A#] eyes
She
[F] said to me, oh can't you see, I'm not the factory kind
And if
[F] you don't take me out of here,
[C] I'll lose my
[A#] mind
CHORUS:
She was a
[Dm] rare thing, as fine as a
[F] bee's wing
So
[Dm] fine a breath of
[C] wind might blow her a-
[A#]-way
She was a
[Dm] lost child, she was
[F] runnin' wild
She said so
[Dm] long as there's no
[C] price on love I'll
[A#] stay
You
[Gm] wouldn't want me
[C] any other
[A#] way
VERSE 3:
We
[F] busked around the market towns, fruit pickin', down in Kent,
[F] We could tinker pots and pans and
[C] knives wherever we
[A#] went
And I
[F] said to her, we'll settle down and get a few acres dug
With a
[F] fire burning in the hearth and
[C] babies on the
[A#] rug
PRE-CHORUS:
She said,
[Dm] oh man, you foolish man that
[C] surely sounds like
[F] hell
You
[F] might be lord of half the world, you'll
[C] not own me as
[A#] well
CHORUS 2:
She was a
[Dm] rare thing, as fine as a
[F] bee's wing
So
[Dm] fine a breath of
[C] wind might blow her a-
[A#]-way
She was a
[Dm] lost child, she was
[F] runnin' wild
She said so
[Dm] long as there's no
[C] price on love I'll
[A#] stay
You
[Gm] wouldn't want me
[C] any other
[A#] way
BREAK: [over VERSE]
VERSE 4:
We were
[F] campin down the Gower one time when the work was mighty good
[F] She wouldn't wait for the harvest,
[C] I thought we
[A#] should
We were
[F] drinking more in those days, our tempers reached a pitch
Like a
[F] fool I let her run away
[C] when she took the rambling
[A#] itch
VERSE 5:
And the
[F] last I heard she's living rough back in the Derby beat
A
[F] bottle of White Horse in her pocket, a
[C] Wolfhound at her
[A#] feet
And they
[F] say that she got married once to a man called Romany Brown
[F] Even a gypsy caravan was too
[C] much like settlin'
[A#] down
PRE-CHORUS 3:
They
[Dm] say her rose has faded,
[C] rough weather and hard
[F] booze
[F] Maybe that's the price you pay for the
[C] chains that you
[A#] refuse
CHORUS 3:
She was a
[Dm] rare thing, as fine as a
[F] bee's wing
I
[Dm] miss her more than
[C] ever words can
[A#] say
[Dm] If I could just taste all of her
[F] wildness now
[Dm] If I could hold
[C] her in my arms
[A#] today
[Gm] I wouldn't want
[C] her any other
[A#] way
BREAK: [over VERSE] 