I came upon a butcher, He was slaughtering a lamb, I accused him there With his tortured lamb. He said, "listen to me, child, I am what I am and 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 cold And it almost kept me warm, How come the night is long?
I saw some flowers growing up
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Where 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 round And you, you are my only child."
Do not leave me now, Do not leave me now, I'm broken down From a recent fall. Blood upon my body And ice upon my soul, Lead on, my son, it is your world.
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