The Sparrow Songtext

von Jack Hardy

I used to fancy myself
As a sparrow on the wing
Playing games in the freedom of the wind
I used to fancy myself
As a minstrel who would sing
Playing tunes on a gypsy mandolin

Chorus:
But to live like the sparrow
You must fly or face the flame
You must know your weakness
Like you know your name
And to live like the poet
And roam from town to town
You must learn to be lost
Enough to be found

I used to fill up my days
With four leaf clover dreams
Casting lots on the crossroads of time
I used to build my house from fate
Clothed with words alone
Not knowing I was naked in my rhyme

I used to laugh at my loves
As they turned from young to old
For the weakness in their hearts and in their ways But that dark sky above
As it turns from black to gold
Trades the homing instinct for a lonely grave