Vārdi: Leonard Cohen. The Butcher.

I came upon a butcher,

He was slaughtering a lamb,

I accused him there

With his tortured lamb.

He said, "listen to me, child,

I am what I am and you, you are my only son."

Well, I found a silver needle,

I put it into my arm.

It did some good,

Did some harm.

But the nights were cold

And it almost kept me warm,

How come the night is long?

I saw some flowers growing up

Where that lamb fell down;

Was I supposed to praise my lord,

Make some kind of joyful sound?

He said, "listen, listen to me now,

I go round and round

And you, you are my only child."

Do not leave me now,

Do not leave me now,

Im broken down

From a recent fall.

Blood upon my body

And ice upon my soul,

Lead on, my son, it is your world.