Little Fly Lyrics

Little Fly,
Thy summer's play
My thoughtless hand
Has brushed away.
Am not I
A fly like thee?
Or art not thou
A man like me?
Ahhhhh.. little fly

For I dance
And drink, and sing,
Till some blind hand
Shall brush my wing.
If thought is life
And strength and breath
And the want
Of thought is death;

Ahhhhhaha.. little fly

Then am I
A happy fly,
If I live,
Or if I die.