Spare for My Size, Me Songtext
von Sinead O'Brien
Spare for My Size, Me Songtext
When my wings have been let down
And my fins have found direction
Sharpened on their razor edges
I would make more for your promise
Keep me from the table
Do not show me to the pot
Spare me from the leopard′s claws
And from the clenches of your jaws
Any of the river banks
Offers up a chance of catch
To earn a mark of honour on your character
Persistence on the waning path
Follow and to follow
Belief for my growth
And hope for what my promise hold
I would make more for your promise
Spare for my size, me
When I am outgrown of these shallow sandy banks
And you have become a patient man
I will jump onto your hand
In summertime
And we would walk over water and over land
In the pleasure gardens
I would tell of the kindness shown
By the little fisherboy and his striped cat
If we are careful then
I would not be treasure
I would be a friend
Spare for my size, me
When my wings have been let down
And my fins have found direction
Sharpened on their razor edges
I would make more for your promise
Keep me from the table
Do not show me to the pot
Spare me from the leopard's claws
From the clenches of your jaws
Any of the river banks
Offers up a chance of catch
To earn a mark of honour on your character
Persistence on the waning path
Follow and to follow and to follow
Belief for my growth
And hope for what my promise hold
I would make more for your promise
Spare for my size, me
And my fins have found direction
Sharpened on their razor edges
I would make more for your promise
Keep me from the table
Do not show me to the pot
Spare me from the leopard′s claws
And from the clenches of your jaws
Any of the river banks
Offers up a chance of catch
To earn a mark of honour on your character
Persistence on the waning path
Follow and to follow
Belief for my growth
And hope for what my promise hold
I would make more for your promise
Spare for my size, me
When I am outgrown of these shallow sandy banks
And you have become a patient man
I will jump onto your hand
In summertime
And we would walk over water and over land
In the pleasure gardens
I would tell of the kindness shown
By the little fisherboy and his striped cat
If we are careful then
I would not be treasure
I would be a friend
Spare for my size, me
When my wings have been let down
And my fins have found direction
Sharpened on their razor edges
I would make more for your promise
Keep me from the table
Do not show me to the pot
Spare me from the leopard's claws
From the clenches of your jaws
Any of the river banks
Offers up a chance of catch
To earn a mark of honour on your character
Persistence on the waning path
Follow and to follow and to follow
Belief for my growth
And hope for what my promise hold
I would make more for your promise
Spare for my size, me
Writer(s): Julian Hanson, Oscar Robertson, Sinead O Brien Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com