The Sparrow from Wildflowers by Jonathan Byrd

When I was a sparrow flying low, I'd fill the wind with song wherever I'd go. When you saw me in the sky, you said, "I wish that I could fly," when I was a sparrow flying low.

When I was a catfish in your pond, hiding out behind the ferny fronds, when you saw me in my lair, you said, "I wish I could live there," when I was a catfish in your pond.

When I was a fire in your soul, whispered into prayer soft and low, then i heard you calling me like a beacon on the sea, when I was a fire in your soul.

Now that I'm a man standing tall, heeding to your lonesome lover's call, would it make you feel as free to live here on this earth with me, now that I'm your man standing tall?

• Americana
• Country
• acoustic
• folk
• songwriter
• Chapel Hill