Little Sparrow


Little sparrow, little sparrow,
Precious fragile little thing,
Little sparrow, little sparrow,
Flies so high and feels no pain.

If I were a little sparrow,
O'er these mountains I would fly,
I would find you, I would find you,
Look into your lying eyes.

I would flutter all around you,
On my little sparrow wings,
I would ask you, I would ask you,
Why you let me love in vain.

I am not some little sparrow.
I am just the broken dream,
Of a cold, false-hearted lover,
And your evil, cunning scheme.

But I am not some little sparrow,
I have no wings, neither can I fly,
I'll sit right down in my grief and sorrow,
And let my troubles pass me by.