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Who will love a little Sparrow?
Who's traveled far and cries for rest?
"Not I," said the Oak Tree,
"I won't share my branches with
no sparrow's nest,
And my blanket of leaves won't warm
her cold breast."
Who will love a little Sparrow
And who will speak a kindly word?
"Not I," said the Swan,
"The entire idea is utterly absurd,
I'd be laughed at and scorned if the
other Swans heard."

Who will take pity in his heart,
And who will feed a starving sparrow?
"Not I," said the Golden Wheat,
"I would if I could but I cannot I know,
I need all my grain to prosper and grow."

Who will love a little Sparrow?
Will no one write her eulogy?
"I will," said the Earth,




"For all I've created returns unto me,
From dust were ye made and dust ye shall be."

Overall Meaning

The Simon & Garfunkel song "Sparrow" is a poignant piece that explores human nature and the concept of compassion. Through the lyrics, the listener is asked who will love and care for a little sparrow that is tired and seeking a place to rest. The oak tree is the first to answer, stating that it won't share its branches with the sparrow and its leaves won't provide warmth. The swan is next, declaring that the mere idea of caring for the sparrow is ridiculous and that it would face ridicule from the other swans. The golden wheat admits that it would help if it could but needs all its resources to prosper.


Despite the lack of compassion from these elements of nature or perhaps even from humanity itself, the Earth speaks up, offering to write the sparrow's eulogy. The Earth acknowledges that everything it has created will return to it, and that from dust we are made and to dust we shall return. Through these lyrics, Simon & Garfunkel suggest that while some may lack empathy and compassion, nature and the earth ultimately encompass all things and will care for the sparrow in the end.


Line by Line Meaning

Who will love a little Sparrow?
Who will show affection to the small and weary Sparrow?


Who's traveled far and cries for rest?
Who has journeyed a long distance and longs for repose?


"Not I," said the Oak Tree,
"I will not," replied the Oak Tree,


"I won't share my branches with no sparrow's nest,
"I refuse to provide my branches for a Sparrow's dwelling,


And my blanket of leaves won't warm her cold breast."
And my covering of foliage will not provide warmth for her chilly chest."


Who will speak a kindly word?
Who will express a compassionate message?


"Not I," said the Swan,
"Certainly not me," declared the Swan,


"The entire idea is utterly absurd,
"The whole concept is completely preposterous,


I'd be laughed at and scorned if the other Swans heard."
I would be ridiculed and shunned if my fellow Swans found out."


Who will take pity in his heart,
Who will have empathy in their heart?


And who will feed a starving sparrow?
And who will nourish a hungry Sparrow?


"Not I," said the Golden Wheat,
"Regrettably not me," replied the Golden Wheat,


"I would if I could but I cannot I know,
"I would assist if I could, but I am unable to,


I need all my grain to prosper and grow."
I require all of my crops to flourish and increase."


Will no one write her eulogy?
Is there no one who will compose her eulogy?


"I will," said the Earth,
"I will," responded the Earth,


"For all I've created returns unto me,
"Since everything I have produced returns to me,


From dust were ye made and dust ye shall be."
You were made of dust, and will ultimately return to dust."




Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Written by: PAUL SIMON

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