Whistlin' Donkeys, Bee's Wing (2015)
^{Key: :[G#] (w: Richard Thompson, 1994)}

INTRO: [G#] [C#] [G#] [C#]

VERSE 1:
[G#] I was 18 when I came to town, they called it the summer of love
They were [G#] burning babies burning flags, the [D#] hawks against the [C#] doves
[G#] I took a job at the steaming, way down on Caltrim Street
And I [G#] fell in love with a laundry girl that was [D#] workin' next to [C#] me

VERSE 2:
[G#] Brown hair zig zagged around her face and a look of half surprise
Like a [G#] fox caught in the headlights, there was [D#] animal in her [C#] eyes
She [G#] said to me, oh can't you see, I'm not the factory kind
And if [G#] you don't take me out of here, [D#] I'll lose my [C#] mind

CHORUS:
She was a [Fm] rare thing, as fine as a [G#] bee's wing
So [Fm] fine a breath of [D#] wind might blow her a-[C#]-way
She was a [Fm] lost child, she was [G#] runnin' wild
She said so [Fm] long as there's no [D#] price on love I'll [C#] stay
You [A#m] wouldn't want me [D#] any other [C#] way

VERSE 3:
We [G#] busked around the market towns, fruit pickin', down in Kent,
[G#] We could tinker pots and pans and [D#] knives wherever we [C#] went
And I [G#] said to her, we'll settle down and get a few acres dug
With a [G#] fire burning in the hearth and [D#] babies on the [C#] rug

PRE-CHORUS:
She said, [Fm] oh man, you foolish man that [D#] surely sounds like [G#] hell
You [G#] might be lord of half the world, you'll [D#] not own me as [C#] well

CHORUS 2:
She was a [Fm] rare thing, as fine as a [G#] bee's wing
So [Fm] fine a breath of [D#] wind might blow her a-[C#]-way
She was a [Fm] lost child, she was [G#] runnin' wild
She said so [Fm] long as there's no [D#] price on love I'll [C#] stay
You [A#m] wouldn't want me [D#] any other [C#] way

BREAK: [over VERSE]

VERSE 4:
We were [G#] campin down the Gower one time when the work was mighty good
[G#] She wouldn't wait for the harvest, [D#] I thought we [C#] should
We were [G#] drinking more in those days, our tempers reached a pitch
Like a [G#] fool I let her run away [D#] when she took the rambling [C#] itch