Verse 1: A I was 18 when I came to town they called it the summer of love A E D Burnin' babies burnin' flags the hawks against the dove A I took a job at the steaming way down on Caltrim Street A E D Fell in love with a laundry girl that was workin' next to me A Brown hair zig-zagged around her face and a look of half surprise A E D Like a fox caught in the headlights there was animal in her eyes A She said to me can’t you see I’m not the factory kind A E D If you don’t take me out of here I’ll lose my mind Chorus: Gbm A She was a rare thing fine as a bee’s wing Gbm E D So fine a breath of wind might blow her away Gbm A She was a lost child, she was runnin’ wild (she said) Gbm E D So long as theres no price on love I’ll stay Bm E D You wouldn’t want me any other way Verse 2: A We busked around the market towns fruit pickin down in Kent A E D We could tinker pots and pans or knives wherever we went A We were campin down the Gower, the work was mighty good A E D She wouldn’t wait for the harvest, I thought we should A I said to her we’ll settle down, get a few acres dug A E D With a fire burning in the hearth and babbies on the rug Gbm E A She said Oh man you foolish man that surely sounds like hell D A E D You might be lord of half the world, you’ll not own me as well Chorus: Gbm A She was a rare thing fine as a bee’s wing Gbm E D So fine a breath of wind might blow her away Gbm A She was a lost child, she was runnin’ wild (she said) Gbm E D So long as theres no price on love I’ll stay Bm E D You wouldn’t want me any other way Verse 3: A We were drinking more in those days our tempers reached a pitch A E D Like a fool I let her run away when she took the rambling itch A Last I heard she was living rough back on the Derby beat A E D A bottle of White Horse in her pocket, a Wolfhound at her feet A They say that she got married once to a man called Romany Brown A E D Even a gypsy caravan was too much like settlin’ down Gbm E A They say her rose has faded, rough weather and hard booze D A E D Maybe thats the price you pay for the chains that you refuse Chorus: Gbm A She was a rare thing, fine as a bee’s wing Gbm E D I miss her more than ever words can say Gbm A If I could just taste all of her wildness now Gbm E D If I could hold her in my arms today Bm E D I wouldn’t want her any other way Cet arrangement est l'interprétation personnelle de son contributeur, partagée pour l'étude privée, l'éducation et un usage non commercial. La chanson, les paroles et la musique sous-jacentes restent la propriété de leurs détenteurs de droits. Pour demander un retrait, consulte Mentions légales.
Accords de Beeswing par Christy Moore
Rythmique suggérée4/4 passe-partout
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Fonctionne aussi : rythmique des îles d – d u – u d u
Comment jouer Beeswing à l'ukulélé
Essaie le 4/4 passe-partout comme point de départ : d – d u – u d –. Sur cette page, la chanson est en A majeur. Les accords la placent carrément au niveau habile.
5 accords d'ukulélé utilisé dans "Beeswing" de Christy Moore: A, Bm, D, E et Gbm
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+1 was the easiest I could find