Small Lamb

Dear soul, come forth and take a ride

Into my dark and dreary mind

Poor love, don't cry and please confide

Climb inthese arms you'll findso kind

My child, please wipe those wet, red eyes

And lay your head upon my chest

Hush now, you'll spoil my great suprise

So please don't speak andonly rest

Sweet dreams, dearchild, and sleep at ease

Your lovely heart beats dreamily

Don't stir, my love, but feel the breeze

For you, it'll soon mourn heavily

Sweet bride, my hunger yearns for you

Like a crazed animal; a beast

You won't believe me, but it's true:

That you, small lamb, will be my feast