Leon Bibb - Come All Ye Fair And Tender Ladies текст песни

Come all ye fair and tender ladies,
Take warning how you court young men,
They're all like the stars on a summer's morning,
First they appear and then they're gone.

I wish I was a little swallow,
And I had wings and I could fly.
I'd fly away to my false true lover,
And when she'd speak I would be nigh.

But I am not a little swallow,
I have no wings, neither can I fly.
So I'll sit right down to weep in sorrow,
And let my troubles pass me by.

Oh, don't you remember the days of courting
When you lay your head upon my breast?
You could make me believe with the falling of your arms
That the sun rose in the west.

(Repeat first verse.)