Brother Sparrow

Agnes Obel

Voices in the street, 

footsteps on the concrete

Guess I hear just every sound,

on the ground

From my window view,

I know a color blue

That can bite so very hard, 

the day apart

Picture fresh as water clear

Days have passed without you here

Street lights dancing on the dark across the park

Waiting for a word from you, 

waiting for a sign or two

Footseps on the city ground, 

you know the sound

Brother Sparrow,

come tomorrow

to my window

Brother Sparrow,

come tomorrow

to my window