SHEEP AND LAMBS
By Katherine Tynan
All in the April evening,April airs were abroad;The sheep with their little lambsPassed me by on the road.The sheep with their little lambsPassed me by on the road;All in the April eveningI thought on the Lamb of God.The lambs were weary, and cryingWith a weak, human cry.I thought on the Lamb of GodGoing meekly to die.Up in the blue, blue mountainsDewy pastures are sweet;Rest for the little bodies,Rest for the little feet.But for the Lamb of GodUp on a hilltop greenOnly a cross of shameTwo stark crosses between.All in the April evening,April airs were abroad;I saw the sheep with their lambs,And thought on the Lamb of God.
All in the April evening,April airs were abroad;The sheep with their little lambsPassed me by on the road.The sheep with their little lambsPassed me by on the road;All in the April eveningI thought on the Lamb of God.The lambs were weary, and cryingWith a weak, human cry.I thought on the Lamb of GodGoing meekly to die.Up in the blue, blue mountainsDewy pastures are sweet;Rest for the little bodies,Rest for the little feet.But for the Lamb of GodUp on a hilltop greenOnly a cross of shameTwo stark crosses between.All in the April evening,April airs were abroad;I saw the sheep with their lambs,And thought on the Lamb of God.
All in the April evening,April airs were abroad;The sheep with their little lambsPassed me by on the road.
All in the April evening,
April airs were abroad;
The sheep with their little lambs
Passed me by on the road.
The sheep with their little lambsPassed me by on the road;All in the April eveningI thought on the Lamb of God.
The sheep with their little lambs
Passed me by on the road;
All in the April evening
I thought on the Lamb of God.
The lambs were weary, and cryingWith a weak, human cry.I thought on the Lamb of GodGoing meekly to die.
The lambs were weary, and crying
With a weak, human cry.
I thought on the Lamb of God
Going meekly to die.
Up in the blue, blue mountainsDewy pastures are sweet;Rest for the little bodies,Rest for the little feet.
Up in the blue, blue mountains
Dewy pastures are sweet;
Rest for the little bodies,
Rest for the little feet.
But for the Lamb of GodUp on a hilltop greenOnly a cross of shameTwo stark crosses between.
But for the Lamb of God
Up on a hilltop green
Only a cross of shame
Two stark crosses between.
All in the April evening,April airs were abroad;I saw the sheep with their lambs,And thought on the Lamb of God.
All in the April evening,
April airs were abroad;
I saw the sheep with their lambs,
And thought on the Lamb of God.