Chord Beeswing by Richard Thompson

Chord Beeswing Richard Thompson - Kunci gitar dasar paling akurat untuk pemula, lengkap dengan lirik lagu asli. CHORD i watched irish folk legend christy moore play this song its really easy; richard thompson beeswing verse : G i was 18 when i came to town they called it the summer of love G D C burning babies burning flags the hawks against the doves G i took a job at the steaming way down on caltrim st , G D C fell in love with a laundry girl that was workin next to me . G brown hair zig zagged across her face and a look of half surprise , G D C like a fox caught in the headlights there was animal in her eyes , G she said to me can’t you see i’m not the factory kind , G D C if you don’t take me out of here i’ll surely lose my mind chorus : Em G she was a rare thing fine as a bee’s wing Em D C so fine a breath of wind might blow her away Em G she was a lost child , she was runnin’ wild she said Em D C so long as theres no price on love i’ll stay Am D C you wouldn’t want me any other way . we busked around the market towns fruit pickin down in kent we could tinker pots and pans or knives wherever we went . we were campin down the gower one time , the work was mighty good . she wouldn’t wait for the harvest , i thought we should . i said to her we’ll settle down , get a few acres dug , a fire burning in the hearth and babbies on the rug . she said oh man you foolish man that surely sounds like hell , you might be lord of half the world , you’ll not own me as well chorus we were drinking more in those days our tempers reached a pitch like a fool i let her run away when she took the rambling itch . last i heard she was living rough back on the derby beat a bottle of white horse in her pocket , a wolfhound at her feet they say that she got married once to a man called romany brown even a gypsy caravan was too much like settlin’ down they say her rose has faded , rough weather and hard booze , maybe thats the price you pay for the chains that you refuse she was a rare thing , fine as a bee’s wing i miss her more than ever words can say if i could just taste all of her wildness now if i could hold her in my arms today . . . . .