Come on, you fair and tender maiden Be carefull how you court young men They're like the stars On a summer's morning First they appear and then they're gone If only I were a tiny sparrow And I had wings And could fly so high I'd fly away To my false lover There I'd stay Untill he loves like fire But as I am No tiny sparrow And have no wings So I can't fly I'll fly away To a lonesome valley Wings that pass my troubles by Wings that pass my troubles by
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