Richard Thompson - Beeswing

^GI was 1^C9 when I c^Game to town t^Ghey called it the ^Csummer of ^Glove ^GThey were burning^C babies, ^Gburning flags, the ^Dhawks against the ^Cdoves ^GI took a j^Cob in the s^Gteamie d^Gown on ^CCauldrumm ^GSt, ^GI fell in l^Cove with a ^Glaundry girl who was ^Dworkin' next to ^Cme

S^Emhe was a rare thing, fine as a^G bee's wing ^EmSo fine a breath of ^Dwind might blow her ^Caway ^EmShe was a lost child, she was ^Grunnin' wild ^EmShe said so long as t^Dhere's no price on l^Cove I'll stay An^Amd you wouldn't w^Dant me any ot^Cher way

^GBrown hair ^Czig zagged a^Ground her face and ^Glook o^Cf half ^Gsurprise, ^GLike a fox caught ^Cin the ^Gheadlights there was ^Danimal in her ^Ceyes, ^GShe said young man, oh can't you see I'm not the factory kind, ^GIf you don't take me out of here I'll ^Dsurely lose my ^Cmind

S^Emhe was a rare thing, fine as a^G bee's wing ^EmSo fine that I might^D crush her where she ^Clay ^EmShe was a lost child, she was ^Grunnin' wild ^EmShe said so long as t^Dhere's no price on l^Cove I'll stay Yo^Amu wouldn't want ^Dme any other ^Cway

^GWe busked a^Cround the ^Gmarket towns, ^Gwe picked fruit ^Cdown in ^GKent ^GWe could tinker ^Clamps and ^Gpots n knives ^Dwherever we ^Cwent ^GI said to ^Cher we'll ^Gsettle down, ^Gget a ^Cfew acres ^Gdug, ^GA fire ^Cburning ^Gin the hearth and ^Dbabbies on the ^Crug

^GShe said Oh ^Cman, you ^Gfoolish man, that ^Gsurely ^Csounds like ^Ghell, ^GYou might be ^Clord of ^Ghalf the world but you'll ^Dnot own me as ^Cwell

S^Emhe was a rare thing, fine as a^G bee's wing ^EmSo fine a breath of ^Dwind might blow her ^Caway ^EmShe was a lost child, she was ^Grunnin' wild (she said) ^EmSo long as there's no ^Dprice on love I'll ^Cstay Yo^Amu wouldn't want ^Dme any other ^Cway

^GWe was c^Campin' ^Gdown the Gower one time, t^Ghe work was ^Cpretty g^Good ^GShe thought we s^Chouldn't ^Gwait for the frost and ^DI thought maybe we ^Cshould We ^Gwere drinking ^Cmore in^G those days, ^Gtempers^C reached a^G pitch And^G like a ^Cfool I ^Clet her run ^Dwith the ramblin' ^Citch

Oh t^Ghe last I h^Ceard she was ^Gsleeping rough ^Gback on the^C Darby ^Gbeat ^GWhite Horse in ^Cher hip ^Gpocket, and a ^DWolfhound at her f^Ceet Th^Gey say that ^Cshe m^Garried once to a^G man called ^CRomany ^GBrown but ^Geven a g^Cypsy c^Garavan was t^Doo much settlin'^C down

Th^Gey say her ^Crose has ^Gbloomed now, har^Gd weather a^Cnd hard b^Gooze, ^GMaybe t^Chat's the p^Grice you pay for the ^Dchains that you ^Crefuse

S^Emhe was a rare thing, fine as a b^Gee's wing I ^Emmiss her more than ^Dwords could ever ^Csay If ^EmI could just taste all of her ^Gwildness now If^Em I could hold her ^Din my arms t^Coday ^AmI wouldn't want her ^Dany other ^Cway...