I came upon a butcher,he was slaughtering a lamb,I accused him therewith his tortured lamb.
He said, "
Listen to me, child,I am what I amand you, you are my only son."
Well, I found a silver needle,I put it into my arm.
It did some good,did some harm.
But the nights were coldand it almost kept me warm,how come the night is long?I saw some flowers growing upwhere that lamb fell down;was I supposed to praise my Lord,make some kind of joyful sound?
He said, "
Listen, listen to me now,I go round and roundand you, you are my only child."
Do not leave me now,do not leave me now,I'm broken downfrom a recent fall.
Blood upon my bodyand ice upon my soul,lead on, my son, it is your world.
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