Sparrow - Simon & Garfunkel
Written by：Paul Simon
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