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 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