Дмитрий Ткачев - The Lanb | 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;

I am, I am, I am
La, la, la, la, la
I am not just old
I am magic gold

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

Little lamb, I’ll tell thee;
Little lamb, I’ll tell thee:
He is callèd 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 callèd by His name.

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