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 [Em] rare thing, as 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, she was [G] runnin' wild
She said so [Em] long as there's no [D] price on love I'll [C] stay
You [Am] 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, [Em] 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 [Em] rare thing, as 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, she was [G] runnin' wild
She said so [Em] long as there's no [D] price on love I'll [C] stay
You [Am] 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

VERSE 5:
And the [G] last I heard she's living rough back in the Derby beat
A [G] bottle of White Horse in her pocket, a [D] Wolfhound at her [C] feet
And they [G] say that she got married once to a man called Romany Brown
[G] Even a gypsy caravan was too [D] much like settlin' [C] down

PRE-CHORUS 3:
They [Em] say her rose has faded, [D] rough weather and hard [G] booze
[G] Maybe that's the price you pay for the [D] chains that you [C] refuse

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

BREAK: [over VERSE]