Sparrow and wolf lay as still as the blades of the grass
like worn leather boots, of colour and size that would last
caught them a lark in a trap, and each held a wing
then they tore it apart, before that small bird could sing
Confused by the wind, bruised by the size of the rain
she turned back to him, and begged for love to remain
but plans have been made and all of the furniture sold,
so just store up your hate, and use for warmth when you're cold
For I have seen no joy, only danger,
I see no joy, only strangers,
I see no joy, see no joy in this world
should you, choose to go, please be careful of, lonesome roads, men that travel them, will not know, will not know of your ways
Still I see no joy, only danger
I see no joy, only strangers
I see no joy, see no joy in this world,
Should you choose to roam please be faithful of what you learnt from that little bird,
always dear, always dear to my heart