Sparrow (Live)

Who will love a little sparrow

Who's traveled far and cries for rest

Not i said the oak tree

I won't share my branches with no sparrow's nest

And my blanket of leaves won't warm her cold breast

Who will love a little sparrow

And who will speak a kindly word

Not i said the swan

The entire idea is utterly absurd

I'd be laughed at and scorned if the other swans heard

And who will take pity in his heart

And who will feed a starving sparrow

Not i said the golden wheat

I would if I could but I cannot I know

I need all my grain to prosper and grow

Who will love a little sparrow

Will no one write her eulogy

I will said the earth

For all I've created returns unto me

From dust were ye made and dust ye shall be