Esperanza Spalding - Little Fly lyrics

Little fly, Thy summer's play My thoughtless hand Has brushed away Am not I A fly like thee? Or art not thou A man like me? Oh, oh, oh Little fly For I dance And drink, and sing, Till some blind hand Shall brush my wing If thought is life And strength and breath And the want Of thought is d**h Oh, oh, oh Little fly Then am I A happy fly If I live, Or if I die