Only a little sparrow Counted of low degree, Taking no thought for the morrow For the dear Lord careth for me. He gave me a coat of feathers 'Tis verily plain I know With never a speck of crimson For 'twas not made for show. With never a speck of crimson For 'twas not made for show. Only a little sparrow Counted of low degree, Taking no thought for the morrow For the dear Lord careth for me. I have no barn nor storehouse I neither sow nor reap God gives the sparrows their portion But never a seed to keep. The seeds are sometimes so scanty But hunger makes them sweet I've always enough to feed me And life is more than meat. I've always enough to feed me And life is more than meat. (chorus) Tho' there are many sparrows All o'er the world we're found Surely our Father knoweth WHen one of us falls to the ground. I fold my wings at twilight Wherever I happen to be; For he watches over my slumber, And harm can't come to me. For he watches over my slumber, And harm can't come to me. (chorus)