Fair and Tender Ladies - Manhattan Transfer, Gene Pistilli

Come all ye fair and tender ladies

Take warning how you board young men

They’re like a star on summer mornin'

They’ll thirst a fear and then they’re gone

They’ll tell to you some lovin' story

And they make you think that they love you well

Then away they’ll go and court some other

And leave you there in grief to dwell

I wish I was on some tall mountain

Where the ivy rocks are black as ink

I’d write a lettr to my lost true lover

Whose cheeks ar like the mornin' pink

For love is handsome, love is charming

And love is pretty while it’s new

But love grows cold as love grows old

And fades away like the mornin' dew

And fades away like the mornin' dew

And fades away like the mornin' dew