Little Fly
by Esperanza Spalding
From the album: Chamber Music Society
Duration: 3:33
Lyrics for Little Fly
Little fly The summer's play My thoughtless hand Has brushed away Am not I A fly like thee Or art not thou A man like me Little fly For I dance And drink and sing Till some blind hand Shall brush my wing I thought is life And strength and breath And the want Of thought is death Little fly Then am I A happy fly If I live Or if I die