Sparrow

She comes around like a sparrow

Flutters down without a sound

She doesn't seem to be uncommon

Slips away before she's even found

Oh, oo, oh, oo-oh

I can hear her sing

Oh, oh, oh, oo-oh

I can hear her sing

Oh, oh, oh, oo-oh

I can hear her sing

Oh, oo-oh

I can hear her sing

Oh, don't try to take her lightly

For there's magic in her wings

And when the sunshine shows her colors

God smiles down and says, "What a pretty little thing"

What a pretty little thing

She comes around like a sparrow

Because that's the way she was made to be

And when she sees herself, then she's happy

Because what she sees is Beauty

Oh, oo, oh, oo-oh

I can hear her sing

Oh, oh, oh, oo-oh

I can hear her sing

Oh, don't try to take her lightly

For there's magic in her wings

And when the sunshine shows her colors

God smiles down and says, "What a pretty little thing"

What a pretty little thing

Don't you dare take her lightly!

For there's magic when she sings

And when the sunshine shows her colors

God smiles down and says...

God smiles down and says...

God smiles down and says

What a pretty little thing

What a pretty little thing

What a pretty little thing

What a pretty little thing