Ruffle No Feathers

I heard tell that a drink from the well
Is clear and sweet, like a ringing bell
When the bell tolls, it touches my soul
At least that’s what I’m told

I been told there are streets of gold
Ready and waiting for my soul

But my soul sings of a sparrow’s wings,
A packet of seeds, and a set of strings.

I’m gonna bide my time
Ain’t gonna ruffle no feathers
‘Til I’m ready to fly
Then give me wings

Many a man sets his hand
To the shaping of stone in his own homeland
The seed is good, steel strings and wood,
And then there’s a well where a wall once stood


The sparrow’s nest, by the sunset blessed
Is a harbor, refuge, place of rest
But watchful eyes know the western the skies
She waits for the sign, then away she flies

I’m gonna bide my time
Ain’t gonna ruffle no feathers
‘Til I’m ready to fly
Then give me wings


© Gregory J. Yoder, 2016