Chords for Maeve Gilchrist sings Beeswing by Richard Thompson
Tempo:
64.95 bpm
Chords used:
Eb
F
Bb
Gm
Fm
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
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[Bbm] I [Eb] [Bb] [F]
[Eb] was 19 when I came [Bb] to town, they called it the summer of love.
[Bb] They were burning [G] babies and burning [F] flags, the hawks after the doves.
[Bb] And I got a job at the steamy, [Gm] down on Caldrum [Bb] Street.
And I fell in [Gm] love with a laundry [Fm] girl working [F] next to me.
[Eb] She was a rare thing, [C] fine as a beeswax.
So [F] fine a breath of wind might blow [Eb] her away.
[Gm] She was a lost child, [Bb] she was running wild.
She said, as long as there's no [F] price [Eb] on love, I'll stay.
And you wouldn't want me any other [G] way.
[Eb] [F] [Eb]
Well the brown [Bb] hair zigzagged round her face, and a look of half surprise.
Like a fox caught in [Gm] the headlights, there [F] was an animal in [Fm] her [Eb] eyes.
And she said, young [Bb] man, oh can't you see, I'm not the city kind.
If you won't take me out of [F] here, I'll surely [Fm] lose my mind.
[Eb] She was a rare thing, [C] fine as a beeswax.
So fine that I might [Eb] crush her where she lay.
[Gm] She was a lost [G] child, she was [Bb] running wild.
She said, as long as there's no price [F] on love, [Eb] I'll stay.
And you wouldn't want me any [Bb] other way.
[G]
[Eb] [F] [Eb]
[Bb] Well we was busking round the market town, picking fruit down in Cairn.
We was tinkering pots and [Gm] pans and lamps, [F] wherever that we went.
And [Eb] I said that we [Bb] might settle down, get a few acres dug.
With a fire that's [Gm] blazing in the hearth, [F] and some babies [Eb] on the rug.
And she said, oh man, you foolish [Bb] man, that surely sounds like hell.
You may be lord of [Gm] half this world, [F] but you won't own [Cm] me as well.
[Eb] Well she was a rare thing, [Fm]
fine as a beeswax.
So [F] fine a breath of wind might [Eb] blow her away.
She [Gm] was a lost child, she was running wild.
She said, as long as [Eb] there's no price on love, I'll stay.
And you wouldn't want me any [F] other way.
[Bb] Well we was busking down the garr one time, the work was pretty good.
I thought we [Fm] shouldn't wait [Gm] for the frost, she thought [Eb] maybe we should.
And we was drinking more [Bb] in those days, our fevers reached a pitch.
And like a fool [Gm] I let her run [F] with a [Fm] rambling itch.
[Eb] And last I heard she's sleeping rough, down on the derby beat.
With [Bb] a white horse in her hip [Gm] pocket, [F] and a grey hound at [Fm] her feet.
[Eb]
And I heard she even married once, a man named Romany Brown.
[F] But even a gypsy caravan was too much like selling down.
[Eb] And I heard her flower has faded now, hard weather and hard [Bb] booze.
But maybe that's just the price [Gm] you pay, [F] for the chains that you refuse.
Well she [Gm] was a rare thing, [F] fine as a beeswax.
But I miss her more than words can ever [Eb] tell.
If I could just taste some of her [Bb] wildness now.
[G] If I could just hold her in my [F] arms today.
[Eb] Well I [F] wouldn't want her any other way.
[Ebm] [N]
[Eb] was 19 when I came [Bb] to town, they called it the summer of love.
[Bb] They were burning [G] babies and burning [F] flags, the hawks after the doves.
[Bb] And I got a job at the steamy, [Gm] down on Caldrum [Bb] Street.
And I fell in [Gm] love with a laundry [Fm] girl working [F] next to me.
[Eb] She was a rare thing, [C] fine as a beeswax.
So [F] fine a breath of wind might blow [Eb] her away.
[Gm] She was a lost child, [Bb] she was running wild.
She said, as long as there's no [F] price [Eb] on love, I'll stay.
And you wouldn't want me any other [G] way.
[Eb] [F] [Eb]
Well the brown [Bb] hair zigzagged round her face, and a look of half surprise.
Like a fox caught in [Gm] the headlights, there [F] was an animal in [Fm] her [Eb] eyes.
And she said, young [Bb] man, oh can't you see, I'm not the city kind.
If you won't take me out of [F] here, I'll surely [Fm] lose my mind.
[Eb] She was a rare thing, [C] fine as a beeswax.
So fine that I might [Eb] crush her where she lay.
[Gm] She was a lost [G] child, she was [Bb] running wild.
She said, as long as there's no price [F] on love, [Eb] I'll stay.
And you wouldn't want me any [Bb] other way.
[G]
[Eb] [F] [Eb]
[Bb] Well we was busking round the market town, picking fruit down in Cairn.
We was tinkering pots and [Gm] pans and lamps, [F] wherever that we went.
And [Eb] I said that we [Bb] might settle down, get a few acres dug.
With a fire that's [Gm] blazing in the hearth, [F] and some babies [Eb] on the rug.
And she said, oh man, you foolish [Bb] man, that surely sounds like hell.
You may be lord of [Gm] half this world, [F] but you won't own [Cm] me as well.
[Eb] Well she was a rare thing, [Fm]
fine as a beeswax.
So [F] fine a breath of wind might [Eb] blow her away.
She [Gm] was a lost child, she was running wild.
She said, as long as [Eb] there's no price on love, I'll stay.
And you wouldn't want me any [F] other way.
[Bb] Well we was busking down the garr one time, the work was pretty good.
I thought we [Fm] shouldn't wait [Gm] for the frost, she thought [Eb] maybe we should.
And we was drinking more [Bb] in those days, our fevers reached a pitch.
And like a fool [Gm] I let her run [F] with a [Fm] rambling itch.
[Eb] And last I heard she's sleeping rough, down on the derby beat.
With [Bb] a white horse in her hip [Gm] pocket, [F] and a grey hound at [Fm] her feet.
[Eb]
And I heard she even married once, a man named Romany Brown.
[F] But even a gypsy caravan was too much like selling down.
[Eb] And I heard her flower has faded now, hard weather and hard [Bb] booze.
But maybe that's just the price [Gm] you pay, [F] for the chains that you refuse.
Well she [Gm] was a rare thing, [F] fine as a beeswax.
But I miss her more than words can ever [Eb] tell.
If I could just taste some of her [Bb] wildness now.
[G] If I could just hold her in my [F] arms today.
[Eb] Well I [F] wouldn't want her any other way.
[Ebm] [N]
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[Bbm] I _ [Eb] _ _ [Bb] _ _ [F] _
_ _ [Eb] _ _ was 19 when I came [Bb] to town, they called it the summer of love.
[Bb] They were burning [G] babies and burning [F] flags, the hawks after the doves.
[Bb] And I got a job at the steamy, [Gm] down on Caldrum [Bb] Street.
And I fell in [Gm] love with a laundry [Fm] girl working [F] next to me.
[Eb] She was a rare thing, [C] fine as a beeswax.
_ So [F] fine a breath of wind might blow [Eb] her away.
_ [Gm] She was a lost child, [Bb] she was running wild.
She said, as long as there's no [F] price [Eb] on love, I'll stay.
_ And you wouldn't want me any other [G] way. _
_ [Eb] _ _ _ _ [F] _ _ [Eb] _
_ Well the brown [Bb] hair zigzagged round her face, and a look of half surprise.
Like a fox caught in [Gm] the headlights, there [F] was an animal in [Fm] her [Eb] eyes.
And she said, young [Bb] man, oh can't you see, I'm not the city kind.
If you won't take me out of [F] here, I'll surely [Fm] lose my mind.
[Eb] She was a rare thing, [C] fine as a beeswax.
_ So fine that I might [Eb] crush her where she lay.
[Gm] She was a lost [G] child, she was [Bb] running wild.
She said, as long as there's no price [F] on love, [Eb] I'll stay. _
And you wouldn't want me any [Bb] other way.
[G] _ _
_ [Eb] _ _ _ _ [F] _ _ [Eb] _
[Bb] Well we was busking round the market town, picking fruit down in Cairn.
We was tinkering pots and [Gm] pans and lamps, [F] wherever that we went.
And [Eb] I said that we [Bb] might settle down, get a few acres dug.
With a fire that's [Gm] blazing in the hearth, [F] and some babies [Eb] on the rug.
_ And she said, oh man, you foolish [Bb] man, that surely sounds like hell.
You may be lord of [Gm] half this world, [F] but you won't own [Cm] me as well.
[Eb] Well she was a rare thing, [Fm]
fine as a beeswax.
So [F] fine a breath of wind might [Eb] blow her away.
She [Gm] was a lost child, she was running wild.
She said, as long as [Eb] there's no price on love, I'll stay.
_ And you wouldn't want me any [F] other way.
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ [Bb] Well we was busking down the garr one time, the work was pretty good.
I thought we [Fm] shouldn't wait [Gm] for the frost, she thought [Eb] maybe we should.
_ And we was drinking more [Bb] in those days, our fevers reached a pitch.
And like a fool [Gm] I let her run [F] with a [Fm] rambling itch.
[Eb] _ And last I heard she's sleeping rough, down on the derby beat.
With [Bb] a white horse in her hip [Gm] pocket, [F] and a grey hound at [Fm] her feet.
[Eb] _
And I heard she even married once, a man named Romany Brown.
[F] But even a gypsy caravan was too much like selling down.
[Eb] _ And I heard her flower has faded now, hard weather and hard [Bb] booze.
But maybe that's just the price [Gm] you pay, [F] for the chains that you refuse.
_ Well she [Gm] was a rare thing, [F] fine as a beeswax.
But I miss her more than words can ever [Eb] tell.
If I could just taste some of her [Bb] wildness now.
[G] If I could just hold her in my [F] arms today.
[Eb] _ Well I [F] wouldn't want her any other way.
_ [Ebm] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ [N] _
_ _ [Eb] _ _ was 19 when I came [Bb] to town, they called it the summer of love.
[Bb] They were burning [G] babies and burning [F] flags, the hawks after the doves.
[Bb] And I got a job at the steamy, [Gm] down on Caldrum [Bb] Street.
And I fell in [Gm] love with a laundry [Fm] girl working [F] next to me.
[Eb] She was a rare thing, [C] fine as a beeswax.
_ So [F] fine a breath of wind might blow [Eb] her away.
_ [Gm] She was a lost child, [Bb] she was running wild.
She said, as long as there's no [F] price [Eb] on love, I'll stay.
_ And you wouldn't want me any other [G] way. _
_ [Eb] _ _ _ _ [F] _ _ [Eb] _
_ Well the brown [Bb] hair zigzagged round her face, and a look of half surprise.
Like a fox caught in [Gm] the headlights, there [F] was an animal in [Fm] her [Eb] eyes.
And she said, young [Bb] man, oh can't you see, I'm not the city kind.
If you won't take me out of [F] here, I'll surely [Fm] lose my mind.
[Eb] She was a rare thing, [C] fine as a beeswax.
_ So fine that I might [Eb] crush her where she lay.
[Gm] She was a lost [G] child, she was [Bb] running wild.
She said, as long as there's no price [F] on love, [Eb] I'll stay. _
And you wouldn't want me any [Bb] other way.
[G] _ _
_ [Eb] _ _ _ _ [F] _ _ [Eb] _
[Bb] Well we was busking round the market town, picking fruit down in Cairn.
We was tinkering pots and [Gm] pans and lamps, [F] wherever that we went.
And [Eb] I said that we [Bb] might settle down, get a few acres dug.
With a fire that's [Gm] blazing in the hearth, [F] and some babies [Eb] on the rug.
_ And she said, oh man, you foolish [Bb] man, that surely sounds like hell.
You may be lord of [Gm] half this world, [F] but you won't own [Cm] me as well.
[Eb] Well she was a rare thing, [Fm]
fine as a beeswax.
So [F] fine a breath of wind might [Eb] blow her away.
She [Gm] was a lost child, she was running wild.
She said, as long as [Eb] there's no price on love, I'll stay.
_ And you wouldn't want me any [F] other way.
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ [Bb] Well we was busking down the garr one time, the work was pretty good.
I thought we [Fm] shouldn't wait [Gm] for the frost, she thought [Eb] maybe we should.
_ And we was drinking more [Bb] in those days, our fevers reached a pitch.
And like a fool [Gm] I let her run [F] with a [Fm] rambling itch.
[Eb] _ And last I heard she's sleeping rough, down on the derby beat.
With [Bb] a white horse in her hip [Gm] pocket, [F] and a grey hound at [Fm] her feet.
[Eb] _
And I heard she even married once, a man named Romany Brown.
[F] But even a gypsy caravan was too much like selling down.
[Eb] _ And I heard her flower has faded now, hard weather and hard [Bb] booze.
But maybe that's just the price [Gm] you pay, [F] for the chains that you refuse.
_ Well she [Gm] was a rare thing, [F] fine as a beeswax.
But I miss her more than words can ever [Eb] tell.
If I could just taste some of her [Bb] wildness now.
[G] If I could just hold her in my [F] arms today.
[Eb] _ Well I [F] wouldn't want her any other way.
_ [Ebm] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ [N] _