You Can'T Tell Tomorrow

You might be scared by shady shadows And all you’ve got is a broken barrow Oh green grass in the valley! Look at the simple sparrows They live today –no one can tell tomorrow You might be soaked in sour and sweet sorrows And all you’ve got are mean, melted marrows Trying times may be thorns in thy flesh, oh silent swallows Be hopeful and happy: no one can tear or tempt tomorrow You might be down, dented by bleeding biros And all you’ve got is a voice that’s shaky and shallow There is a voice for the voiceless that will get rid of your shadows Be upright and unmoved -you’ll one day soar like the sparrows