Little sparrow in the sun knows not yet
to fly, O what wondrous sights await 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.