Little Fly

Title: Little fly
Artist: Esperanza Spalding
 
 
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
 
 

Esperanza Spalding Explains Her Song, 'Little Fly'