Who will love a little Sparrow
Who’s traveled far and cries for rest?
…”I will,” said the Earth
“For all I’ve created returns unto me
From dust were ye made and dust ye shall be”
Like a memory it falls
Soft and warm continuing
Tapping on my roof and walls
April, come she will
When streams are ripe and swelled with rain
May, she will stay
Resting in my arms again
I’d rather feel the earth beneath my feet
Yes, I would
If I only could
I surely would
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