Esperanza Spalding — Little Fly lyrics

Lyrics

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