Little lamb, why do you shy from the herd?
Little lamb, everything you'd want is in my hands
'Cause you always stare at that fence
Those wolves out there aren't your friends
The white on your fleece is the proof
You don't know what you're getting into
Those teeth'll sink in you the first chance they get
And you'd pay no mind because you don't understand
But don't need to
Don't you know I love you?
Little lamb, why do you shy from the herd?
Little lamb, everything you'd want is in my hands
Walk to field to count all the sheep
But I'm one down
Where could you be?
Send out the dogs and I'll look around
But it's quarter to 8
So I lock up the gate
Guess I'll try and get some sleep
But there's nightmares of blood on your fleece
Little lamb, why do you shy from the herd?
Little lamb, everything you'd want is in my hands
Little lamb, why do you shy from the herd?
Little lamb, everything you' d want is in my hands
Little Lamb