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.
