Little sparrow sing your song All day long Through the summer and the fall When winter calls Who will write down what you sing When the winter turns to spring Who will cast the first stone at me for what I've done To the least of these
Little robin rest your head The sun is dead From the shelter of your tree May you be Safe and warm when you are cold Through the nights your stories told To the lost and the loneliest souls that search for love But still grow old
Who will write down what you sing When the winter turns to spring Who will cast the first stone at me for what I've done To the least of theseTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
