Beeswing Chords by Christy Moore

[Start]

[Verse]
A                                                                     
■ I was eighteen when I came to town they called it the Summer of Love
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Burning babies burning flags the hawks against the dove
  A                                                    
I took a job at the Steaming way down on Caltrim Street
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And they fell in love with a laundry girl that was working next to me
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Brown hair zigzagged all round face a look of half surprise
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Like a fox caught in the headlights there was animal in her eyes
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She said to me Can't you see I'm not the factory kind
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And if you don't take me out of here I'll lose me mind
          F#m                  A       
She was a rare thing fine as a beeswing


[Chorus]
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So fine a breath of wind might blow her away
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And she was a lost child she was running wild
            F#m                E                  D   
She said So long as there's no price on love I'll stay
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You wouldn't want me any other way


[Verse]
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We busked around the market towns fruit picking down in Kent
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We could tinker pots and pans or knives wherever we went
        A                                                  
We were campin' down the Gower but the work was mighty good
                                  B     E          D     
She wouldn't wait for the harvest and I thought we should
  A                                                    
I said to her We'll settle down and get a few acres dug
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With a fire burning in the heart and babies on the rug
F#m                             E                       A   
She said Oh man you foolish man that surely sounds like Hell
                                           E             D   
You might be Lord of half the world you'll not own me as well
              F#m                  A       
But she was a rare thing fine as a beeswing
F#m                 E                   D   
So fine a breath of wind might blow her away
              F#m                A           
And she was a lost child she was running wild


[Chorus]
            F#m                E                  D   
She said So long as there's no price on love I'll stay
B                    E         D  
You wouldn't want me any other way


[Verse]
        A                                                      
We were drinking more in those days our tempers reached a pitch
                                        E                 D   
Like a fool I let her run away when she took the rambling itch
        A                                                       
And the last I heard she is living rough back on the Derby beach
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With a bottle of white horse in her pocket a wolfhound at her feet
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They say that she got married once to a man called Romany Brown
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Even a gypsy caravan was too much to settling down
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They say her rose has faded rough weather and hard booze
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Maybe that's the price you pay for the chains that you refuse
             F#m                  A       
Oh she was a rare thing fine as a beeswing


[Chorus]
      F#m                E              D  
And I miss her more than ever words can say
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If I could just taste ■ all of her wildness now
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If I could hold her in my arms today
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I wouldn't want her any other way
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If ■   I could hold her in my arms today
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I wouldn't want her any other way
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