The Sparrow Letra

A street corner-birth from an Italian whore

Anetta Giovani Millard, my mother
Wandered the bars and the fairgrounds
She had a fling with a circus performer
Then left me with pap, who soon handed me down

Sometimes things get heavy
Sometimes it's too much

Now in the care of a kind brothel Madame
Grandma Gassion did the best that she could
This upbringing had not made me sentimental
When a boy signalled a girl, I figured she should

At sixteen years old, I was a mother
By seventeen, I was on with my life
When little Marcel died of meningitis
I started singing because I could not cry

Lewis Leplais was the club owner
He coaxed me on stage with a "la môme piaf"
I was the rage, a heartbreaking beauty
But I broke for real when they found him dead
And they had the nerve to consider me a suspect

Sometimes things get heavy
Sometimes it's too much

Stretch just a bit further
See how far I can go
This will be life to the fullest
Rich, 'cause I am the sparrow

Some people think I was unsympathetic
Because in my notes I rarely spoke of the war
Pardonnez-moi, I was a little bit busy
Seeking out safety and lusting for more
More, more, more

Sometimes it's too much

My list of men looked like a phonebook
What can I say?
It was tragic and fun
I had my last at fourty-seven
He was twenty years fresher
I like them young

Nineteen-sixty-three I recorded my last song
Ailing, I was brought to the coast
My present love and a couple of others
Reasoned with me as I feared I might roast
Oh mon Dieu!

Sometimes things get heavy
Sometimes it's too much

Stretch just a bit further
Guess this is my time to go
Please, won't you pray to Saint Rita
To take care of her sparrow?