Rosanne Cash Fair And Tender Ladies
Come all ye fair and tender ladies Take warning how you court your men They're like a star a summer morning They first appear and then they're gone
They'll tell to you some loving story And they'll make you think that they love you well And away they'll go and court some other And leave you there in grief to dwell
I wish I was on some tall mountain Where the ivy rocks were black as ink I'd write a letter to my false true lover Whose cheeks are like the morning pink
I wish I was a little sparrow And I had wings to fly so high I'd fly to the arms of my false true lover And when he'd ask, I would deny
Oh love is handsome, love is charming And love is pretty while it's new But love grows cold as love grows old And fades away like morning dew
