Bees Wing

D D I was nineteen when I came to town, they called it the Summer of Love D A G They were burning babies, burning flags. The hawks against the doves D D I took a job in the steamie way down on Cauldrum Street D A G And I fell in love with a laundry girl who was working next to me Bm D Oh she was a rare thing, fine as a bee's wing Bm A G So fine a breath of wind might blow her away Bm D She was a lost child, oh she awas running wild Bm A G She said "As long as there's no price on love, I'll stay Em A D And you wouldn't want me any other way" D D Brown hair zig-zag around her face and a look of half-surprise D A G Like a fox caught in the headlights, there was animal in her eyes D D She said "Young man, oh can't you see I'm not the factory kind D A G If you don't take me out of here I'll surely lose my mind" Bm D Oh she was a rare thing, fine as a bee's wing Bm A G So fine that I might crush her where she lay Bm D She was a lost child, she was running wild Bm A G She said "As long as there's no price on love, I'll stay Em A D And you wouldn't want me any other way" D D We busked around the market towns and picked fruit down in Kent D A G We could tinker lamps and pots and knives wherever we went D D And I said that we might settle down, and get a few acres dug D A G With fire burning in the hearth and babies on the rug D D She said "Oh man, you foolish man, it surely sounds like hell D A G You might be lord of half the world, you'll not own me as well" Bm D Oh she was a rare thing, fine as a bee's wing Bm A G So fine a breath of wind might blow her away Bm D She was a lost child, oh she awas running wild Bm A G She said "As long as there's no price on love, I'll stay Em A D And you wouldn't want me any other way" D D We was camping down the Gower one time, the work was pretty good D A G She said we shouldn't wait for the frost and I thought maybe we should D D We was drinking more in those days and tempers reached a pitch D A G And like a fool I let her run with the rambling itch D D Oh the last I heard she's sleeping rough, back on the Derby beat D A G White Lightening in her hip pocket and a wolfhound at her feet Bm A And they say she even married once, a man named Romany Brown D G But even a gypsy caravan was too much settling down Bm A And they say her flower is faded now, hard weather and hard booze D G D But maybe that's just the price you pay for the chains you refuse Bm D Oh she was a rare thing, fine as a bee's wing Bm A G And I miss her more than ever words could say Bm A G If I could just taste all of her wildness now Bm A G If I could hold her in my arms and love her today Em A D Well I wouldn't want her any other way