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