Little sparrow in the sun knows not yet to fly, O what wondrous sights awit you once you touch the azure sky. Chirping happily next to your kin sheltered from all harm In most joyful manner sing beams of sun-light keep you warm. When at last on wings unfolded ascending up into the air Can you see the Master smiling, He who keeps you in His care. Thank you for your precious gift innocence abound. Once again the Shepherd's touch His splendor I have found.