and now we sing


“Come here sparrow, come here bird.
Rest upon my bended knee.
I’ve a story I must tell you
’bout my truest love and me.”

“No, I know the story well.
How your lover bleeding fell.
How a tearstained face was turned.
How a lover’s song was spurned.”

“No you don’t know it at all.
It wasn’t I who caused the fall,
but how they love to place the blame
on lonely women without names.
How they love to place the blame.
You think you’ve heard it all before:
the handsome hero and the whore.”

“Well I’ve heard quite enough today.”

Then the sparrow flew away.