Tiny Sparrow - Aretha Franklin

Come all you fair and tender maiden

Be careful how you love your men

They’re like the stars on a summer’s mornin'

First they’ll appear and then they’re gone

If only I were a tiny sparrow

And I had wings and could fly so high

I’d fly to my false lover

There I’d stay 'til he loved like I

But as I am no tiny sparrow

And have no wings so I can’t fly

Away to love somebody

Weep and pass my troubles by

Weep and pass my troubles by