Little Tziporah

Little bird don’t cry
Little bird don’t cry
The word I heard around is that you’re fallen from the sky
A broken wing or heart can mend
A little while on the ground
Not the end
This storm will quickly die and then be done
You once again will sing to the rising sun
Little bird don’t cry
Little bird don’t cry
The word I heard around is that you’re fallen from the sky
I’ll bandage your broken heart and pull out
All the splinters from that
Poison dart
This storm will quickly die and then be done
You once again will sing to the rising sun
Little bird don’t cry