No one knows if the sparrow sleeps on its housetop late at night
No one knows if the sparrow weeps when nothing’s going right 
I watched it scorn the angry sky huddled against the weather 
If I could only fly we could huddle there together 
Huddle there together

Oh, the wind blew like a siren and the thunder was a firin’ 
There was red in the sky that night 
But I could stand the blowing, and the waiting and the knowing 
I’d be flying on a lonely flight 
Let the vultures all assemble, they will never see me tremble 
Like the sparrow, I’ll be stone
Like the sparrow, I’ll get by, like the sparrow, I will fly 
Like the sparrow, alone 
Sparrow alone 

Don’t fly into the storm, they said, but my course was firmly set 
Silently I stared ahead a lonely statuette
I’d seen things no one should see, I’d faced the great unknown
Like the sparrow I’d fly free and face the storm alone—storm alone 


(music and lyrics by Mary James & Jean James)