C      G                  F
every hair on your head is counted

C         G                  F
you are worth hundreds of sparrows
C            G                  F
the tree you planted has become fecund
C                G                  F
with kamikaze hummingbirds

C         G                         F
wings of hundreds of beats per second
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of people whose wings are just a blur
C           G                        F
afraid our eyes might become impaled
C         G                    F
by their sharp and tiny beaks


Em      F
I'm so sorry
      Em                 F
my spirit's rarely in my body
   Em                           F
it wanders through the dry country
F                        C
looking for a good place to rest
      G            F
your head upon my chest
     C                   G                      F
and I can feel the pillow of your breast

C         G                       F
you are worth hundreds of sparrows