Brother Sparrow

Voices in the street Footsteps on the concrete Guess I hear just every sound On the ground From my window view I know a color blue That can bite so very hard The day apart Picture fresh as water clear Days have passed without you here Street lights dancing on the dark Across the park Waiting for a word from you Waiting for a sign or two Footsteps on the city ground You know the sound Brother Sparrow, whoa-oh-oh-oh Come tomorrow, whoa-oh-oh-oh To my window, whoa-oh-oh-oh Brother Sparrow, whoa-oh-oh-oh Come tomorrow, whoa-oh-oh-oh To my window, whoa-oh-oh-oh --- Brother Sparrow - Agnes Obel