Bee's Wing Richard Thompson Intro: D-D/B-D D-D/B-D D-D/B-D-D/F#-A G D D/B D D/B D I was nineteen when I came to town, they called it the Summer of Love D D/B D D/F# A G They were burning babies, burning flags, the hawks against the doves D D/B D D/B D I took a job in the steamie down on Cauldrum Street D D/B D D/F# A G And I fell in love with a laundry girl who was working next to me Bm D She was a rare thing, fine as a bee's wing Bm A G A G So fine a breath of wind might blow her away Bm D She was a lost child, oh she was running wild Bm A G A G Bm7 She said, "As long as there's no price on love, I'll stay Em Bm7 G A G D And you wouldn't want me any other way" D D/B D D/B D Brown hair zig-zagged around her face, and a look of half-surprise D D/B D D/F# A G Like a fox caught in the headlights, there was animal in her eyes D D/B D D/B D She said, "Young man, oh can't you see, I'm not the factory kind D D/B D D/F# A G If you don't take me out of here, I'll surely lose my mind" Refrain w/ new 2nd line: Bm A G A G So fine that I might crush her where she lay D D/B D D/B D We busked around the market towns and picked fruit down in Kent D D/B D D/F# A G And we would tinker lamps and pots and knives wherever we went D D/B D D/B D And I said that we might settle down get a few acres dug D D/B D D/F# A G A fire burning in the hearth and babies on the rug D D/B D D/B D She said, "Oh man, you foolish man, it surely sounds like hell D D/B D D/F# A G You might be lord of half the world, but you'll not own me as well" Refrain w/ original 2nd line D D/B D D/B D We was camping down the Gower one time, the work was pretty good D D/B D D/F# A G She thought we shouldn't wait for the frost, and I thought maybe we should D D/B D D/B D We was drinking more in those days, and tempers reached a pitch D D/B D D/F# A G And like a fool I let her run with the rambling itch D D/B D D/B D The last I heard she's sleeping rough back on the Derby beat D D/B D D/F# A G White Horse in her hip pocket and a wolfhound at her feet D D/B D D/B D And they say she even married once, a man named Romany Brown D D/B D A D/F# G But even a gypsy caravan was too much settling down D D/B D D/B D And they say her flower's faded now, hard weather and hard booze D D/B D D/F# A G But maybe that's just the price you pay for the chains that you refuse Bm D She was a rare thing, fine as a bee's wing Bm A G A G And I miss her more than ever words could say Bm D If I could just taste all of her wildness now Bm A G A G Bm7 If I could hold her in my arms today Em Bm7 G A G D Well I wouldn't want her any other way Unusual chord fingerings: D: |_|_|_|_|_| D/B: |_|_|_|_|_| D/F#: |_|_|_|_|_| Bm7: |_|_|_|_|_| |_|_|_3_|_4 |_2_|_3_|_4 2_|_|_3_|_4 2_|_|_3_|_| |_|_|_|_5_| |_|_|_|_5_| |_|_|_|_5_| |_|_|_|_|_|