I had a little lamb it’s fleece was dripping red The blood of the little lamb filled my supper glass The blood of the little lamb smeared around the door What a shame your son is dead One summer day, it rained and the creeks did rise The water came up and took a little boy His father paced the banks searching for his son All the people came and dragged the creek and found his body I had a little lamb it’s fleece was dripping red The blood of the little lamb filled my supper glass The blood of the little lamb smeared around the door What a shame your son is dead There was a girl in the prime of her blushing years And after lunch one day her heart just stopped And the doctors said it was something they couldn’t explain All the people cried and her mother, her mother well, she just didn’t understand I had a little lamb it’s fleece was dripping red The blood of the little lamb filled my supper glass The blood of the little lamb smeared around the door What a shame your son is dead There was a disease we thought was just for old men It doesn’t discriminate, your hair fell out Your parents watched you suffer, everyone knew the end All the people prayed for a miracle and you died I had a little lamb it’s fleece was dripping red The blood of the little lamb filled my supper glass The blood of the little lamb smeared around the door What a shame your son is dead The blood of the innocent flows like a mighty river All the people sang Amazing Grace
