There’s a party in the town
I’m not invited to
There’s a fire they dance around
But I’m a witch if I do
They light the bonfires up
From the trees that I’ve sown
A hundred years ago...
A hundred years ago...
There’s a party in the town
I’m not invited to
There’s a circle in the square
And they sing what I wrote
A hundred years ago...
A hundred years ago...
They whisper when I’m passing
They curse me so I’d vanish
Like a bird into the storm
Oh, tell me, tell me, sparrow
Is there a place we can go?
For there’s a party in the town
We’re not invited to
There’s a fire they dance around
But I’m a witch if I do
They whisper when I’m passing
They curse me for my magic
Like I’m the one who believes
That words turn into shadows
Oh, tell me, tell me, sparrow
Is there a place you can go?...
Oh, fly, oh fly, my sparrow
Go where the wildflowers grow
And if you find that world is kind
Please don’t tempt me to follow
For this has been my only home
Since a hundred years ago...
A hundred... years... ago...