sweet brown sparrow
flirting round my barn
nesting in the hayloft
stirring up a storm
hens are gone to roosting
night is still and dead
sweet brown sparrow
come to my feather bed
I'm not afraid of morning
nor frightened by the night
I am afraid of dying
and life's too short to fight
sweet brown sparrow
it's safe here in the shade
fly down and stay a while
for soon the night will fade
by morn the sun is rising
our time will come no more
sweet brown sparrow
fly in and close the door
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