C G F
every hair on your head is counted
C G F
you are worth hundreds of sparrows
C G F
the tree you planted has become fecund
C G F
with kamikaze hummingbirds
C G F
wings of hundreds of beats per second
C G F
of people whose wings are just a blur
C G F
afraid our eyes might become impaled
C G F
by their sharp and tiny beaks
Em F
I'm so sorry
Em F
my spirit's rarely in my body
Em F
it wanders through the dry country
F C
looking for a good place to rest
G F
your head upon my chest
C G F
and I can feel the pillow of your breast
C G F
you are worth hundreds of sparrows
