C G F every hair on your head is counted C G F you are worth hundreds of sparrows C G F the tree you planted has become fecund C G F with kamikaze hummingbirds C G F wings of hundreds of beats per second C G F of people whose wings are just a blur C G F afraid our eyes might become impaled C G F by their sharp and tiny beaks Em F I'm so sorry Em F my spirit's rarely in my body Em F it wanders through the dry country F C looking for a good place to rest G F your head upon my chest C G F and I can feel the pillow of your breast C G F you are worth hundreds of sparrows