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