Oh Shepherd, Oh Shepherd or The Sheep are in the Wilderness
Oh shepherd, oh shepherd will you come home
Will you come home, will you come home?
Oh shepherd, oh shepherd will you come home
To your breakfast in the morning
What have you got for my breakfast...
If I do come home this morning?
Bacon and beans, a bellyful...
If you do come home this morning
My sheep they are all in the wilderness...
So I cannot come home this morning
Oh shepherd, oh shepherd will you come home...
To your dinner this morning
What have you got for my dinner
If I do come home this morning
Pudding and beef, a bellyful
If you do come home this morning
My sheep they are all in the wilderness
So I cannot come home this morning
Oh shepherd, oh shepherd will you come home
To your supper tonight
What have you got for my supper
If I do come home tonight
Bread and cheese, a bellyful
If you do come home tonight
My sheep they are all in the wilderness
So I cannot come home tonight
Oh shepherd, oh shepherd will you come home
To your lodging tonight
What have you got for my lodgings
If I do come home tonight
A clean pair of sheets and a pretty lass
If you do come home tonight
Oh, I'll drive my sheep out of the wilderness
And I will come home tonight
printed in Penguin Book of English Folk songs
by Williams and Lloyd. Collected from Mrs. Davis in 1906
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===DOCUMENT BOUNDARY===I won't cover you eyes
I want your innocence
Glisten before me in a cold sweat
I wan't you to see your lie spill on me
Spill on me
Manifested as a primitive craving
The craving never seems to go away
I want to see the face of everyone fall
Fall into the cold embrace of death
You're in my nightmare
I decide when it stops
It's my fucking drug
Makes my rush intensify
Hardcore the overdose
Your fear gets me high
Unbound I'm the weapon made to sterilize
Sterilize all the idiot victims
Anytime, anywhere, anyone I want
Everyone's addicted to this torture
I'm the agony in every breath
Every breath brings you closer to me
You'll do anything, anything
You'll do anything to make it stop
You're in my nightmare
I decide when it stops
It's my fucking drug
Makes my rush intensify
Chaos deep inside it makes me
It makes me feel surreal
It makes me need to kill
It makes me feel surreal
It makes me need to kill
Do you want to feel eternity
Your eternity lies within me
I am the terror of your final breath
Your final breath brings light to my darkness
Like an act of fucking God unleashed
On the innocence – innocence of mankind
You'll do anything – anything
You'll do anything to make it stop
It's my fucking drug
Makes my rush intensify
Hardcore the overdose
Your fear gets me of like fuck