A Sparrow On A Christmas Morning

Sleep the flowers of the vale underneath the snow

Turned to ice with winter's grasp, water's playful flow

A sparrow, a tiny one, cold north wants you undone

Turned to ice with winter's grasp, water's playful flow

At the yard of a poor man's house, a girl kind and dear:

A seed for you my tiny one, a seed for you right here!

Oh, you poor homeless thing, Christmas can't make you sing

Seed for you my tiny one, seed for you right here!

Heart and wing afluttering, the girl and the bird

Featherlight touch on her palm and a voice she's heard:

Blessings to you, my dear! Your kindness brought me here

Featherlight touch on her palm and a voice she's heard

I have lived your life, oh child, and to you I tell

That I am your brother's ghost, and I knew you well

This seed grown by the sun, a kindness to a tiny one

Gift for your dead brother's ghost

Still he knows you well

This seed grown by the sun, a kindness to a tiny one

Gift for your dead brother's ghost

Still he knows you well