Little sparrow sing your song
All day long
Through the summer and the fall
When winter calls
Who will write down what you sing
When the winter turns to spring
Who will cast the first stone at me for what I've done
To the least of these
Little robin rest your head
The sun is dead
From the shelter of your tree
May you be
Safe and warm when you are cold
Through the nights your stories told
To the lost and the loneliest souls that search for love
But still grow old
Who will write down what you sing
When the winter turns to spring
Who will cast the first stone at me for what I've done
To the least of these
Writer(s): Christopher Hyslop
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