Sparrow — текст песни (Simon and Garfunkel)

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."

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."