Jean Ritchie O Love Is Teasin

O love is teasing and love is pleasing And love s a pleasure when first it is new But as love grows older it still grows colder And fades away like the morning dew Come all you fair maids, now take a warning Don t ever heed what a young man say He s like a star on some foggy morning When you think he s near he is far away I left my father, I left my mother I left my brothers and sisters too. I left my home and my fond dwelling, Oh my young man, for the sake of you