Beeswing Ukulele chords by The Whistlin Donkeys

Tuning: G C E A (G C E A)

Verse 1:
C
I was 18 when I came to town, they called it the summer of love
     C                G         F
They were burning babies burning flags,the hawks against the doves
C
I took a job at the steaming, way down on Caltrim street,
C                        G        F
And I fell in love with a laundry girl that was workin' next to me.
C
Brown hair zig zagged around her face and a look of half surprise,
C                       G       F
Like a fox caught in the headlights, there was animal in her eyes,
C

She said to me, oh can't you see, I'm not the factory kind,
C                     G    F
And if you don't take me out of here, I'll lose my mind.

Chorus:
Am                 C
She was a rare thing, as fine as a bee's wing,
Am         G          F
So fine a breath of wind might blow her away,
Am              C
She was a lost child, she was runnin' wild,
     Am          G         F
She said so long as there's no price on love I'll stay,
Dm          G     F
You wouldn't want me any other way.

Verse 2:
C
We busked around the market towns, fruit pickin', down in Kent,
C                 G         F
We could tinker pots and pans and knives wherever we went.
C
And I said to her, we'll settle down and get a few acres dug
C                G       F
A fire burning in the hearth and babies on the rug.
C                   G         C
She said, oh man, you foolish man that surely sounds like hell,
C                  G          F
You might be lord of half the world, you'll not own me as well.

Chorus:
Am                 C
She was a rare thing, as fine as a bee's wing,
Am         G          F
So fine a breath of wind might blow her away.
Am              C
She was a lost child, she was runnin' wild
     Am          G         F
She said so long as there's no price on love I'll stay,
Dm          G     F
You wouldn't want me any other way.

Verse 3:
C
We were campin down the Gower one time when the work was mighty good,
C                 G      F
She wouldn't wait for the harvest, I thought we should
C
We were drinking more in those days, our tempers reached a pitch
C               G             F
Like a fool I let her run away when she took the rambling itch
C
And the last I heard she's living rough back in the Derby beat
C                    G        F
A bottle of White Horse in her pocket, a Wolfhound at her feet.

C
And they say that she got married once to a man called Romany Brown
C              G         F
Even a gypsy caravan was too much like settlin' down
Am              G           C
They say her rose has faded, rough weather and hard booze
C                   G        F
Maybe that's the price you pay for the chains that you refuse.

Chorus:

Am                 C
She was a rare thing, as fine as a bee's wing,
Am         G          F
So fine a breath of wind might blow her away.
Am              C
She was a lost child, she was runnin' wild
     Am          G         F
She said so long as there's no price on love I'll stay,
Dm          G     F
You wouldn't want me any other way.

Outro:

Am                 C
She was a rare thing, as fine as a bee's wing
Am          G       F
I miss her more than ever words can say
Am                C
If I could just taste all of her wildness now
Am       G       F
If I could hold her in my arms today
Dm       G       F
I wouldn't want her any other way.