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(Stookey/Mezzetti/Okun) Come all ye fair and tender ladies, Take warning how you court your men. They're like the stars on a summer's mornin' First they'll appear and then they're gone. If I had known before I courted what all his lyin' would have done I'd have locked my heart in a box of golden and never would have courted none. I wish I were a tiny sparrow and I had wings and I could fly. I'd fly away to my own true lover and all he'd ask I would deny. Alas I'm not a tiny sparrow I have not wings nor can I fly And on this earth in grief and sorrow I am bound until I die. Come all ye fair and tender ladies Take warning how you court your men. They're like the stars on a summer's mornin' First they'll appear and then they're gone Aus Songtexte Mania