sparrow and wolf lay as still as the blades of the grass
like worn leather boots, of colour and size that would last
caught them a lark in a trap, and each held a wing
then they tore it apart, before that small bird could sing
confused by the wind, bruised by the size of the rain
she turned in to him, begged for the light to remain
but plans have been made, all the furniture sold
so store up your hate, use it for warmth when you’re cold
for I have seen no joy, only danger,
I see no joy, only strangers,
I see no joy, see no joy in this world
should you, choose to go, please be careful of,
lonesome roads, men who travel them,
will not know, will not know of your ways
still I have, seen no joy, only dangers, I
see no joy, only strangers, I
see no joy, see no joy in this world,
you should choose to go, please remember what
you have learned, from the little bird,
always dear, always dear to my heart