Come all ye fair and tender ladies
Be careful how you court your men
They′re like the stars on a summer morning
They'll first appear and then they′re gone
How I remember our days of courting
I met my love in the failing light
But now she flies to meet another
The day is lonely and the night
If I had known before I courted
That true love was so hard to win
I'd have locked my heart in a box of golden
And never opened it again
I'll find a place come tomorrow
I′ll climb some mountain way up high
There I′ll sit down to weep in sorrow
And try to pass my troubles by
Come all ye fair and tender ladies
Be careful how you court your men
They're like the stars on a summer morning
They′ll first appear and then they're gone
Writer(s): Bob Dylan, Traditional Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
