Artisto: | Christy Moore (English) |
Uzanto: | Colin wilson |
Daŭro: | 130 sekundoj |
Komenca paŭzo: | 12 sekundoj |
Tononoma sistemo: | Ne definita |
Sakra: | |
Komentoj pri tabulaturo: | - |
Chords based on Christy Moore's version
[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 against the
C
dove
G
I took a job at the steaming way down on Caltrim
Street
G D
Fell in love with a laundry girl that was workin'
C
next to me
G
Brown hair zig-zagged around her face and a look of
half surprise
G D
Like a fox caught in the headlights there was animal
C
in her eyes
Em D G
She said to me can’t you see I’m not the factory kind
C G D C
If you don’t take me out of here I’ll 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
[Verse 2]
G
We busked around the market towns fruit pickin down
in Kent
G D
We could tinker pots and pans or knives wherever we
C
went
G
We were campin down the Gower, the work was mighty
good
G D
She wouldn’t wait for the harvest, I thought we
C
should
G
I said to her we’ll settle down, get a few acres dug
G D
With a fire burning in the hearth and babbies on the
C
rug
Em D
She said Oh man you foolish man that surely sounds
G
like hell
C G D
You might be lord of half the world, you’ll not own
C
me as well
[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
[Verse 3]
G
We were drinking more in those days our tempers
reached a pitch
G D
Like a fool I let her run away when she took the
C
rambling itch
G
Last I heard she was living rough back on the Derby
beat
G D
A bottle of White Horse in her pocket, a Wolfhound at
C
her feet
G
They say that she got married once to a man called
Romany Brown
G D C
Even a gypsy caravan was too much like settlin’ down
Em D
They say her rose has faded, rough weather and hard
G
booze
C G D
Maybe thats the price you pay for the chains that you
C
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 G
If I could just taste all of her 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