Tiny Sparrow — Peter, Paul & Mary

Come all ye fair and tender ladies, Take warning how you court your men. They're like the stars on a summer's mornin' First they'll appear and then they're gone.

If i had known before i courted What all his lyin' would have done I'd have locked my heart in a box of golden And never would have courted none.

I wish i were a tiny sparrow And i had wings and i could fly. I'd fly away to my own true lover And all he'd ask i would deny.

Alas i'm not a tiny sparrow I have not wings nor can i fly And on this earth in grief and sorrow I am bound until i die.

Come all ye fair and tender ladies Take warning how you court your men. They're like the stars on a summer's mornin' First they'll appear and then they're gone.