Don't Worry

Light breeze on the pasture green Tilting his head to the side A young lamb looks with a grin At the world, so wide He can’t see his mother there For a day or two So he thinks now who will care About him: will you? Passerby, don’t pass me by Take me if you can Help to find the reason why I’m alone again For a while I’ll be alone Under dazzling sun Mother said this is your home Don’t you worry, son But of course she meant I’ll be Worrying, in case I will learn the mystery Of this peaceful place.