එසැනින් දැනුන්දීම්?
මෙම යෙදුමට දැංවීම් සක්‍රීය කිරීමෙන් අලුත්ම දැංවීම් එසැනින් ලබාගන්න
සක්‍රීය කරන්න
එසැනින් දැනුන්දීම්?
දුරකතනයේ සැකසුම් තුලින් මෙම යෙදුමට දැංවීම් සක්‍රීය කිරීමෙන් අලුත්ම දැංවීම් එසැනින් ලබාගන්න
සැකසුම්
ඔබගේ දැංවීම් මෙහි දිස්වනු ඇත
ඔබ පිවිසි සබැඳිය වැරදි හෝ ප්‍රොෆයිලය ඉවත් කර ඇත
[Verse 1]
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A A
I was eightteen when I came to town they called it the Summer of Love
E/B D
BBurning babies, burning flags, as the hawks against the dove
A
I took a job at the Steaming way down on Caltrim Street
E/B D
And they fell in love with a laundry girl, working next to me
A
Brown hair, zigzagged around her face, a look of half surprise
E/B D
Like a fox caught in the headlights, there was animal in her eyes
A
She said to me, "Can't you see I'm not the factory kind?"
E/B D
And if you don't take me out of here, I'll lose me mind
[Chorus (1)]
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F#m A
But she was a rare thing, fine as a beeswing
E/B Dadd9
So fine, a breath of wind might blow her away
F#m A
And she was a lost child, she was running wild
F#m E/B Dadd9
She said, "So long as there's no price on love, I'll stay
Bm E/B Dadd9
You wouldn't want me any other way"
[Verse 2]
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A
We busked around the market towns, fruit picking down in Kent
E/B D
Oh, we could tinker pots and pans or knives wherever we went
A
We were campin' down the Gower, but the work was mighty good
E/B D
She wouldn't wait for the harvest and I thought we should
A
I said to her, "We'll settle down and get a few acres dug"
E/B D
With a fire burning in the heart and babies on the rug
F#m E/B A
She said, "Oh man, you foolish man, that surely sounds like Hell
E/B D
You might be Lord of half the world, you'll not own me as well"
[Chorus (2)]
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F#m A
But she was a rare thing, fine as a beeswing
E/B Dadd9
So fine, a breath of wind might blow her away
F#m A
She was a lost child, she was running wild
F#m E/B Dadd9
She said, "So long as there's no price on love, I'll stay
Bm E/B Dadd9
You wouldn't want me any other way"
[Verse 3]
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A
We were drinking more in those days, our tempers reached a pitch
E/B D
Like a fool, I let her run away when she took the rambling itch
A
And the last I heard, she is living rough back on the Derby beach
E/B D
With a bottle of white horse in her pocket, a wolfhound at her feet
A
They say that she got married once to a man called Romany Brown
A E/B Dadd9
Even a gypsy caravan was too much to settling down
F#m E/B A
They say her rose has faded, rough weather and hard booze
D A Dadd9
Maybe that's the price you pay for the chains you refuse
[Chorus (3)]
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F#m A
Oh, she was a rare thing, fine as a beeswing
E/B Dadd9
And I miss her more than ever words can say
F#m A
If I could just taste all of her wildness now
F#m E/B Dadd9
If I could hold her in my arms today
Bm E/B Dadd9
I wouldn't want her any other way
[Outro]
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F#m A
She was a rare thing, fine as a beeswing
F#m E/B Dadd9 F#m A
I miss her more than ever words can say If I could just taste all of her wildness
now
F#m E/B Dadd9
If I could hold her in my arms today
Bm E/B Dadd9
I wouldn't want her any other way (haya)
බෙදාගන්න
ලයිස්තු වලට...
දැනුම්දෙන්න
ඔබ පිවිසි සබැඳිය වැරදි හෝ ගීතය ඉවත් කර ඇත
ගීත සොයා ගැනීමට නොමැත.
සෙවුම් පද වෙනස් කර හෝ පසුව බලන්න — ගීත නිතරම එකතු වෙනවා.
