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

INTRO: [F#] [B] [F#] [B]

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 [B] 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 [B] 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 [B] 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 [B] mind

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

PRE-CHORUS:
She said, [D#m] 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 [B] well

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

PRE-CHORUS 3:
They [D#m] 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 [B] refuse

CHORUS 3:
She was a [D#m] rare thing, as fine as a [F#] bee's wing
I [D#m] miss her more than [C#] ever words can [B] say
[D#m] If I could just taste all of her [F#] wildness now
[D#m] If I could hold [C#] her in my arms [B] today
[G#m] I wouldn't want [C#] her any other [B] way

BREAK: [over VERSE]