Tiny Sparrow
Bobby Scott
Come all you fair and tender maiden
Be careful how you love your men
They're like the stars on a summer's mornin'
First they'll 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 to my false lover
There I'd stay 'til he loved like I
But as I am no tiny sparrow
And have no wings so I can't fly
Away to love somebody
Weep and pass my troubles by
Weep and pass my troubles by