Like so many girls,
Jenny Wren could sing.
But a broken heart took her song away.
Like the other girls,
Jenny Wren took wing.
She could see the world,
And its foolish ways.
How we spend our days,
casting love aside
losing sight of life, day by day.
She saw poverty,
breaking all her home.
Wounded warriors took her song away.
But the day will come, Jenny Wren will sing.
When this broken world mends its foolish ways
Then we spend our days catching up our life,
All because of you, Jenny Wren.
You saw who we are, Jenny Wren.
