Marti Rogers Follow

Take warning how you court young men
They're like a star of a summer's morning
First they appear and then they're gone

They'll tell to you some loving story
They'll swear to you their love is true
Straightway they'll go and court another
And that's the love that they had for you

If I'd a known before I courted
That love, it was such a killin' thing
I'd locked my heart in a box of golden
And fastened it up with a silver chain

Oh, do you remember our days of courtin'
When your head lay upon my breast
You could make me believe with the falling of your eyes
That the sun rose in the west

I wish I was a little sparrow
And I had wings and I could fly
I'd fly away to my own true lover
And when he'd speak I won't deny

But I am not no little sparrow
I have no wings, neither can I fly
I'll sit right down in my grief and sorrow
And let my troubles pass me by

Come all ye fair and tender maidens
Take warning how you court young men
They're like a star of a summer's morning
First they appear and then they're gone

Take warning how you court young men
They're like a star of a summer's morning