Тональность: B major•
Verse 1
B
I was 18 when I came to town,
they call it the summer of love
Burning babies, burning flags,
F#
the hawks against the doves
E
B
Well I took a job at the steaming,
way down in Caltram Street
Bsus2
B
And I fell in love with the laundry girl
F#
E
she was working next to me
B
Brown hair zigzagged around her face,
the look of half surprise
Bsus2
B
Like a fox caught
in the headlights,
F#
E
there was anima in her eyes
B
Well she said to me, can't you see,
Bsus2
I'm not the factory kind
B
And if you don't take me out of here,
F#
E
I'll lose my mind
G#m
She was a rare thing,
B
fine as a bee's wing
G#m
F#
So fine a breath of wind
G#m
She was a lost child,
B
she was running wild
G#m
She said so long as there's
F#
E
no price in love I'll stay
C#m
F#
E
You wouldn't want me any other way
B
We busked around the market towns
from Pickendown and Kent
Bsus2
B
We could tinker pots and pans
F#
E
and knives wherever we went
B
We went camping round the Gower
and the work was mighty good
Bsus2
B
Bsus2
She wouldn't wait for the harvest,
B
F#
E
I thought we should
B
Well I said to her, we'll settle down
and we'll get a few acres done
E
B
With the fire burning in the heart
F#
E
and babies on the run
G#m
Well she said, oh man, you foolish man,
F#
B
that surely sounds like hell
E
B
You might be lord of half the world,
F#
E
you not own me as well
G#m
She was a rare thing,
B
fine as a bee's wing
G#m
F#
So fine a breath of wind
might blow her away
E
G#m
She was a lost child,
B
she was running wild
G#m
She said so long as there's
F#
E
no price in love I'll stay
C#m
F#
E
You wouldn't want me any other way
B
We were drinking more in those days,
till her tempers reached a pitch
Like a fool, I let her run away
F#
when she took the rambling ditch
E
B
At the last I've heard
she's living rough,
back in the Derby beat
With a bottle of Whitehorse in her pocket,
F#
E
a wolf hound at her feet
B
Well they say that she got married once
E
B
to a man called Romany Brown
E
B
Even the gypsy caravan
F#
E
was too much like settling down
G#m
They say her rose has faded now,
F#
B
rough weather and hard booze
E
B
Well maybe that's the price you pay
F#
for the chains you refuse
E
G#m
She was a rare thing,
B
fine as a bee's wing
G#m
F#
I miss her more than ever
G#m
B
If I could just taste all of her wildness now
G#m
F#
E
If I could hold her in my arms today
C#m
F#
E
G#m
B
I wouldn't want her any other way
G#m
F#
E
G#m
B
G#m
F#
E
G#m
B
G#m
F#
E
If I could hold her in my arms today
C#m
F#
E
I wouldn't want her any other way you
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