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
Until 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