Sparrow, where did you go? I'm in the window Look at the rain-- Bad news Bad words To be kept like a clipped bird Whistling away I'm still waiting In the cyclone's eye For the day when like The sparrow I will fly Higher, higher My mind's on fire Who'll bring the rain In this wide and reeling Bright and revealing Sky in my mind I'm still waiting In the cyclone's eye For the day when like The sparrow I will fly Ah, sparrow, I will fly