| Little sparrow softly sings when daylight first draws near |
| She curls up tightly, safe beside me, sleeping without fear |
| Then she wakes, smiles & laughs, whispers in my ear |
| Singing softly to me, Little Sparrow, Little Sparrow |
| Singing softly to me, Little Sparrow, Little Sparrow |
| Singing softly to me |
| Little Sparrow brings me gifts, sealed tight and fine |
| And wraps them in the finest cloth and motions they are mine |
| Jewels of glass, pennies and brass, aged and rusted by time |
| Come bringing gifts to me, Little Sparrow, Little Sparrow |
| Come bringing gifts to me, Little Sparrow, Little Sparrow |
| Come bringing gifts to me |
| Come flying back to me when sunlight fades and days grow old |
| And I’ll wrap you in silk and scarfs and keep you from the cold |
| This blessed treasure without measure, in my arms I’ll hold |
| Come flying back to me, Little Sparrow, Little Sparrow |
| Come flying back to me, Little Sparrow, Little Sparrow |
| Come flying back to me |
| Singing bird, my precious bird, child of star and moon |
| Fold your wings around me and heal me of my wounds |
| Release us from our sorrow, rejoice and come home soon |
| Come safely home to me, Little Sparrow, Little Sparrow |
| Come safely home to me, Little Sparrow, Little Sparrow |
| Come safely home to me |
| Little sparrow comes to me when daylight first draws near |
| She curls up tightly, safe beside me, sleeping without fear |
| Then she wakes, smiles & laughs, whispers in my ear |
| Singing softly to me, Little Sparrow, Little Sparrow |
| Singing softly to me, Little Sparrow, Little Sparrow |
| Singing softly to me |