A shepherd sits
On a sunny hill alone
On a sunny hill alone
On a sunny hill alone
He went under the bridge
And found a white bone
And found a white bone
And found a white bone
And made a mouthpiece for a horn
It could sing on it’s own
It could sing on it’s own
It could sing on it’s own

Oh

We will wither when we are sick
We will be dead when we die
The shepherd asked directions
From the bone and the eye
But the horn just sang on it’s own
And the sun on the hill shone
The shepherd sat down
He was lost and alone
He slew the sheep at dawn
And ate the wolf near eight
Burned his walking stick
And unlocked his mother’s gate

Oh

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