Capo: 2nd fret
[Verse 1]
G
I was 18 when I came to town they called
it the summer of love
G D
Burnin' babies burnin' flags the hawks
C
against the dove
G
I took a job at the steaming way down on
Caltrim Street
G
Fell in love with a laundry girl that
D C
was workin' next to me
G
Brown hair zig-zagged around her face
and a look of half surprise
G
Like a fox caught in the headlights
D C
there was animal in her eyes
G
She said to me can’t you see I’m not the
factory kind
G
If you don’t take me out of here I’ll
D C
lose my mind
[Chorus]
Em G
She was a rare thing fine as a bee’s
wing
Em D
So fine a breath of wind might blow her
C
away
Em G
She was a lost child, she was runnin’
wild (she said)
Em D
So long as theres no price on love I’ll
C
stay
Am D C
You wouldn’t want me any other way
[Verse 2]
G
We busked around the market towns fruit
pickin down in Kent
G D
We could tinker pots and pans or knives
C
wherever we went
G
We were campin down the Gower, the work
was mighty good
G
She wouldn’t wait for the harvest, I
D C
thought we should
G
I said to her we’ll settle down, get a
few acres dug
G
With a fire burning in the hearth and
D C
babbies on the rug
Em
She said Oh man you foolish man that
D G
surely sounds like hell
C G
You might be lord of half the world,
D C
you’ll not own me as well
[Chorus]
Em G
She was a rare thing fine as a bee’s
wing
Em D
So fine a breath of wind might blow her
C
away
Em G
She was a lost child, she was runnin’
wild (she said)
Em D
So long as theres no price on love I’ll
C
stay
Am D C
You wouldn’t want me any other way
[Verse 3]
G
We were drinking more in those days our
tempers reached a pitch
G
Like a fool I let her run away when she
D C
took the rambling itch
G
Last I heard she was living rough back
on the Derby beat
G
A bottle of White Horse in her pocket, a
D C
Wolfhound at her feet
G
They say that she got married once to a
man called Romany Brown
G D
Even a gypsy caravan was too much like
C
settlin’ down
Em
They say her rose has faded, rough
D G
weather and hard booze
C G
Maybe thats the price you pay for the
D C
chains that you refuse
[Chorus]
Em G
She was a rare thing, fine as a bee’s
wing
Em D C
I miss her more than ever words can say
Em
If I could just taste all of her
G
wildness now
Em D C
If I could hold her in my arms today
Am D C
I wouldn’t want her any other way
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