Little sparrow with big brown eyes
Sitting in a cypress tree, gazing at blue skies
Watching the fluffy clouds drift by
Dreaming of the day when she can fly
Nestled in the branches of the tree
She sings her sweet song for you and for me
Whilst meadow flowers sway in the ocean breeze
Her voice falls upon God’s ear
He leans down from heaven to hear
God knows the time has come
To call home this little one
Hearts will break with the pain
Tears will fall like the rain
Tenderly, God takes the little sparrow in his mighty hand
Gently sets her free in the promised land
With a golden halo and wings of white
Little sparrow sings with angels in the moonlight
Lonely, stands the cypress tree
Quiet is the sea
Empty is the world
Without Christina Marie…