{title:Sparrow} {st:Paul Simon} [Em]Who[D] will love a little sparrow, Who's travelled [C]far, and cries for [D]rest? "Not [Em]I," said the [A]oak tree. "I [D]won't share my branches with [A]no sparrow's nest; And my [D]blanket of leaves won't w[A]arm her cold b[Em]reast."
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; For 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."
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