Oh little lamb breathing, wide eyed, staring. I wish I could see the things you
did to me. Oh little things, head on a stake burning in the early morning. Lull me to sleep, hold
me to sleep. Hold me. Lull me to sleep, hold me to sleep. Oh little lamb sleeping, oh won’t you
come touch me? I stare a while, stay for a while, until the early morning. Lull me to sleep, hold
me to sleep. Hold me. Lull me to sleep, hold me to sleep.
