| Em | D | |
| Who | will love a little sparrow, |
| C | D | |
| Who's travelled | far, and cries for | rest? |
| Em | A | |
| "Not | I," said the | oak tree. |
| D | A | |
| "I | won't share my branches with | no sparrow's nest; |
| D | A | Em | |
| And my | blanket of leaves won't w | arm her cold b | reast." |
| Who will love a little sparrow, |
| And who will speak a kindly word? |
| "Not I," said the swan. |
| "The entire idea is utterly absurd; |
| I'd be laughed at and scorned if the other swans heard." |
| And who will take pity in his heart, |
| And who will feed a starving sparrow? |
| "Not I," said the golden wheat. |
| "I would if I could but I cannot I know; |
| For I need all my grain to prosper and grow." |
| Who will love a little sparrow, |
| Will no one write her eulogy? |
| "I will," said the Earth. |
| "For all I've created returns unto me; |
| From dust were ye made and dust ye shall be." |