Beeswing Acordes

This version is based on live performances of Maeve Gilchrist's guitar/harp arrangement.
 
[Verse]
 
  G       C           G                               C         G
I was eighteen when I came to town they called it the summer of love
G       C      G       Em         D                 C
Burning babies burning flags, the hawks against the doves
 
  G      C          G                    C       G
I took a job at the steaming way down on Caltrim St,
G       C           G       Em            D               C
Fell in love with a laundry girl that was workin' next to me
 
 
[Chorus]
 
          Em         D         G            (G D)
She was a rare thing fine as a bee's wing
   Em               D                    C
So fine a breath of wind might blow her away
          Em          D       G              (G D)
She was a lost child, she was runnin' wild.         She said,
    Em                 D                   C
"So long as there's no price on love, I'll stay
Am                   D         C    G
You wouldn't want me any other way."
 
 
[Verse]
 
G          C           G                            C       G
Brown hair zig-zagged across her face and a look of half surprise,
       G          C      G          Em        D             C
Like a fox caught in the headlights there was animal in her eyes,
 
    G            C       G                          C       G
She said, "young man, oh can't you see? I'm not the factory kind,
   G         C       G           Em   D              C
If you don't help me out of here I'll surely lose my mind"
 
 
[Chorus]
 
          Em         D         G            (G D)
She was a rare thing fine as a bee's wing
   Em                D                   C
So fine that I might crush her where she lay
          Em          D       G              (G D)
She was a lost child, she was runnin' wild.         She said,
    Em                 D                   C
"So long as there's no price on love, I'll stay
Am                   D         C    G
You wouldn't want me any other way."
 
 
[Verse]
 
G         C          G                           C       G
We busked around the market towns, fruit-pickin' down in Kent
G           C        G       Em     D             C
We tinkered pots and pans or knives everywhere we went
 
G         C      G                            C     G
I said to her we might settle down, get a few acres dug,
  G    C       G      Em        D           C
A fire blazing in the hearth, a baby on the rug
 
G            C        G                        C           G
She said "Oh man, you foolish man! That surely sounds like hell,
    G        C       G        Em                D             C
You might be lord of half the world, but you'll not own me as well!"
 
 
[Chorus]
 
          Em         D         G            (G D)
She was a rare thing fine as a bee's wing
Em                  D                    C
So fine a breath of wind might blow her away
          Em          D       G              (G D)
She was a lost child, she was runnin' wild.         She said,
    Em                 D                   C
"So long as there's no price on love, I'll stay
Am                   D         C    G
You wouldn't want me any other way."
 
 
[Verse]
 
        G       C        G                            C      G
We were busking down the Gower one time, the work was pretty good
G            C            G       Em  D                   C
She wouldn't wait for the harvest -   I thought may be we should.
 
        G        C     G                              C         G
We were drinking heavy in those days, and our tempers reached a pitch
       G       C       G    Em            D                 C
Like a fool, I let her walk away when she took the rambling itch
 
G      C             G                         C     G
Last I heard she was living rough, back on the Derby beat
  G         C                  G       Em    D                 C
A bottle of White Horse in her pocket, and a wolf hound at her feet
 
      G         C    G                            C      G
And I heard she even married once to a man called Romany Brown
    G      C     G   Em      D                      C
But even a gypsy caravan was too much like settlin' down
 
      G         C        G                            C    G
And I heard her rose has faded now - hard weather and hard booze,
G     C               G         Em          D                 C
Maybe that's just the price you pay for the chains that you refuse...
 
 
[Outro]
 
          Em         D         G            (G D)
She was a rare thing fine as a bee's wing
Em                   D                C
I miss her more than words could ever say
           Em         D          G              (G D)
If I could just taste all of her wildness now
Em                        D      C
If I could hold her in my arms today
Am                       D         C    G
Then I wouldn't want her any other way
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