When sparrows build and the leaves break forth, My old sorrow wakes and cries.

When sparrows build and the leaves break forth My old sorrow wakes and cries.

When sparrows build and the leaves break forth My old sorrow wakes and cries.

And old affront will stir the heart Through years of rankling pain.

It is not reason which makes faith hard, but life.

I have lived to thank God that all my prayers have not been answered