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.