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 <♪> 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 I need all my grain To pros perand 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