John Tavender - The Lamb | Текст песни

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Little Lamb, who made thee?
Dost thou know who made thee?
Gave thee life, and bid thee feed
By the stream and o'er the mead;

Gave thee clothing of delight,
Softest clothing, woolly, bright;
Gave thee such a tender voice,
Making all the vales rejoice?

Little Lamb, who made thee?
Dost thou know who made thee?
Little Lamb, I'll tell thee,
Little Lamb, I'll tell thee;

He is called by thy name. For he calls himself a Lamb.
He is meek, and he is mild,
He became a little child.

I, a child, and thou a lamb, We are called by his name.
Little Lamb, God bless thee!
Little Lamb, God bless thee!


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