Tom: A
A
A
Come all ye fair and tender ladies.
E
Be careful how you court young men.
Bm E A
They're like a star on a summer's morning.
E Bm E A Asus4*
They'll first appear and then they're gone.
A
They'll tell you some loving story
E
They'll declare to you their love is true
Bm E A
Then they will go and court some other
E Bm E A Asus4*
And that's the love they have for you
A
Do you remember our days of courting
E
When your head lay upon my breast
Bm E A
You could make me believe with falling of your arm
E Bm E A Asus4*
That the sun rose in the West
A
I wish I was a little sparrow,
E
And I had wings with which to fly
Bm E A
Right over to see my false true-lover,
E Bm E A Asus4*
And when he's talking I'd be nigh.
A
But I'm not a little sparrow,
E
I have no wings with which to fly
Bm E A
So I sit here in grief and sorrow,
E Bm E A
To weep and pass my troubles by.
