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