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.
| 1 | Early Morning Rain |
| 2 | Hangman |
| 3 | Stewball |
| 4 | Oh, Rock My Soul |
| 5 | Day Is Done |
| 6 | If I Had My Way |
| 7 | Gone The Rainbow |
| 8 | Autumn To May |
| 9 | Weave Me The Sunshine |
| 10 | Going To The Zoo |