Little Lamb

Little lamb, why do you shy from the herd?

Little lamb, everything you'd want is in my hands

'Cause you always stare at that fence

Those wolves out there aren't your friends

The white on your fleece is the proof

You don't know what you're getting into

Those teeth'll sink in you the first chance they get

And you'd pay no mind because you don't understand

But don't need to

Don't you know I love you?

Little lamb, why do you shy from the herd?

Little lamb, everything you'd want is in my hands

Walk to field to count all the sheep

But I'm one down

Where could you be?

Send out the dogs and I'll look around

But it's quarter to 8

So I lock up the gate

Guess I'll try and get some sleep

But there's nightmares of blood on your fleece

Little lamb, why do you shy from the herd?

Little lamb, everything you'd want is in my hands

Little lamb, why do you shy from the herd?

Little lamb, everything you'd want is in my hands