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, 'tis your world