| Song | Sparrow |
| Artist | Charlotte Church |
| Album | Three |
| I awake | |
| Most days | |
| Below a robins nest | |
| With my wings | |
| So cold | |
| And a heart that overflows | |
| To redden snow. | |
| I've been an envelope, | |
| Are you the sparrow? | |
| With a letter-red | |
| Blood-fluttered | |
| In plumes | |
| For the bayonet | |
| Has carved away, | |
| And it carves away | |
| At the arrowhead | |
| Lodged within my breast. | |
| Sparrow, | |
| We all end up | |
| Buried in the snow | |
| So pick leaves and cover me; | |
| Pluck the arrow | |
| From my breast and let me rest | |
| So far below | |
| The robin's nest. |