Come All Ye Fair And Tender Maidens (Baez Joan)

Come all ye fair and tender ladies. Be careful how you court young men. They're like a star on a summer's morning. They'll first appear and then they're gone. They'll tell you some loving story They'll declare to you their love is true Then they will go and court some other And that's the love they have for you Do you remember our days of courting When your head lay upon my breast You could make me believe with falling of your arm That the sun rose in the West I wish I was a little sparrow, And I had wings with which to fly Right over to see my false true-lover, And when he's talking I'd be nigh. But I'm not a little sparrow, I have no wings with which to fly So I sit here in grief and sorrow, To weep and pass my troubles by. If I had known before I courted that love was such a killing thing I'd a-locked my heart in a box of golden and fastened it up with a silver pin.