(C.W. McCall, Bill Fries, Chip Davis)
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One green April mornin', when I was a young boy
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I lay by the window, a-watchin' the rain
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And I wondered if ever the sun would come shinin'
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So I could go somewhere to play
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Then down from the sky flew a little brown sparrow
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And he lit on the branch of an old willow tree
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And he sit there, watchin', as I lay wond'rin'
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Just the little brown sparrow and me
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On a green April mornin', when I was a young boy
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And little brown sparrows were free
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Then he looked in my window and he spied his reflection
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There was the willow, there was the sky
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And he wondered if ever the sun would come shinin'
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And which was the way for the sparrow to fly
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Well, he spread out his wings and he flew to the window
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Fast as the wind, sure as could be
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But the sky in the window was only a wishin'
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For the little brown sparrow and me
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On a green April mornin', when I was a young boy
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And little brown sparrows were free
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So there by the window, the sparrow had fallen
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He died on the ground in the cold April rain
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And I wondered if ever the sun would come shinin'
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And someone could only explain
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Then I laid there and saw the wind blow through the willow
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And cover him over with yesterday's leaves
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And there in the rain, I cried for a sparrow
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For a little brown sparrow and me
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On a green April mornin', when I was a young boy
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And little brown sparrows were free
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On a green April mornin', when life was a window
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For a little brown sparrow and me
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The Little Brown Sparrow and Me
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C.W. McCall |