The Sparrow and the Sea

from But from this Endless End by Timothy Jackson Scott

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I don't have a number, I don't have a name
I don't have a number and I'm not one to claim

There's a frame in my closet: All the faces I've betrayed
There's a picture in that frame marked by all my better days

I sent a letter out by sparrow, I sent it out by sea
I sent a letter out, love, I even payed that fee:
Ten dollars, I do believe

May that place treat them well
When you left, I swear, you went with a yell

Now homesick or lonesome; all asleep or out to gun
Now homesick or lonesome. Woe is me, for I am undone

I turned inside out; I turned black and blue
I turned due south and by the floor I fell through

I woke in the morning, I woke in the rain
I woke to find that sparrow full of joy and full of pain
He plays a shallow game
But, O, I play the same

May their feet find rest
For all you do I hope to give my best
May their feet find rest
O, I hope to soon be your guest