Little brown sparrow on the tree

You sing with the morning sun

For the dew on the lips of flowers

Destined by daylight to burn.

You sing the moonlight lovers

Tired happily of loving, to sleep

For some hereafter may never awake

In you their moonlight's lullaby weeps.

You sing for the nocturnal lonely silence

Bring him a merciful end

Though he may die yet infinite deaths

The daytime dwellers do not understand.

You mourn the lost providence

Of god-like stars fading far away

Homes of thousands of dreams diminishing

Though be, in faith you pray.

Kind little creature, god of peace,

There is a purple willow of which I dream

By the morning hour, there we will meet

For it is time you sing for me.