Sparrow, sparrow of the woods
can you sing that ancient tune
the one you sang so long ago
for the sprite of the ever-grove

You saw her sitting in her tree
an old an ancient elder-green
you sang to her, soft and sweet
In order to steal her heart

But the sprite, course and mean
spurned your love, hated your glee
you, still young, knew not what to do
so you continued your sparrow tune

The sprite, now angered, she did screech
"Go little sparrow, just leave me be!"
You, never listening, carried your tune
not only for love, but out of hope too

On and on you did sing
Not just for one, but two long days
It was beautiful, your lengthy tune
but the sprite was still unmoved

Eventually you flew away
hope and love, time took away
now you sing such a sad tune
can't you sing the one I knew

The one which spoke of hope and love
Soft and gentle, like a dove
The one that dried tears,
drove aways fears
The one I knew when I was young

Sparrow, sparrow of the woods
can you sing that ancient tune
the one you sang so long ago
for the sprite of the ever-grove