But how shall a sparrow fly,
Allow her heart to sing
If all she can do is cry,
About her broken wing?
Well how shall a sparrow fly,
If weather sleeps at night?
Well keep her feathers dry
Under clouds of death and rain
Well how shall a sparrow fly,
To find her one true love?
If all she can do is lie around,
And dream of a white tailed dove?
Oh, how shall a sparrow fly?
Allow her heart to sing
If all she can do is cry,
About her broken wing?
