Richard Thompson - Beeswing

I ^Dwas nineteen when I came to town They ^Ccalled it the Summer of Love They were ^Gburning babies, burning flags The ^Chawks against the doves ^DI took a job in the steamie ^Cdown on Cauldrum Street ^GAnd I fell in love with a laundry girl Who was working next to ^Cme

Oh she was a r^Emare thing, fine as a ^Gbee's wing So f^Emine a breath of w^Dind might blow her a^Cway She was a l^Emost child, oh she was run^Gning wild She said "A^Ems long as there's no pr^Dice on love, I'll s^Ctay And you wo^Emuldn't want me a^Dny other w^Cay"

Br^Down hair zig-zag around her face and a lo^Cok of half-surprise Like a f^Gox caught in the headlights There was an^Cimal in her eyes She s^Daid "Young man, oh can't you see I^C'm not the factory kind If y^Gou don't take me out of here I'll su^Crely lose my mind"

Oh she was a r^Emare thing, fine as a b^Gee's wing So f^Emine that I might cr^Dush her where she l^Cay She was a lo^Emst child, she was run^Gning wild She said "As^Em long as there's no p^Drice on love, I'll s^Ctay And you wo^Emuldn't want me a^Dny other w^Cay"

We was ca^Dmping down the Gower one time The w^Cork was pretty good She tho^Gught we shouldn't wait for the frost And I^C thought maybe we should We was d^Drinking more in those days And te^Cmpers reached a pitch And like^G a fool I let her run w^Cith the rambling itch

And they s^Day her flower is faded now Hard wea^Cther and hard booze But ma^Gybe that's just the price you pay For the cha^Cins you refuse

Oh she was a r^Emare thing, fine as a be^Ge's wing So f^Emine a breath of w^Dind would blow her a^Cway She was a lo^Emst child, She was ru^Gnning wild She said "As l^Emong as there's no p^Drice on love, I'll s^Ctay And you w^Emouldn't want me a^Dny other w^Cay"