The Butcher

/ / / / 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. / /