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 
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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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