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 D G 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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