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
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