Orphan Testo

Testo Orphan

The calloo's spirits are low Swimming on the chill water But the orphan's are lower Walking down the village street. The sparrow's belly is chill Sitting on the icy bough But my belly is more chill As I step from glade to glade. The dove's heart is cold As it pecks the village rick But I'm colder still As I drink the icy water.