Come all ye fair and tender ladies

Take warning how you court your men

They're like a star on a summer morning

They first appear and then they're gone



If I'd known before I courted

I never would've courted none

I'd a lock my heart in a box of golden

And fastened it up with silver pin



I wish I were some little sparrow

And I had wings and I could fly

I'd fly away to my false true lover

And when he'd speak, I would deny



But I am not some little swallow

I have no wings, neither can I fly

So I will sit down here to weep in sorrow

And try to pass my troubles by



Oh don't you remember our days of courting

When your head lay upon my breast

You could make me believe by the falling of your arm

That the sun rose in the west



Come all ye fair and tender ladies

Take warning how you court your men

They're like a star on a summer morning

They first appear and then they're gone

Writer : DAVE GUARD, GRETCHEN GUARD
Copyright : Lyrics © The Bicycle Music Company, FIGS. D MUSIC INC OBO SANGA MUSIC