The Scream of the Lambs - Devilish Impressions

Farewell, green fields and happy groves

Where flocks have took delight;

Where lambs have nibbled, silent moves

The feet of angels bright;

Unseen they pour blessing

And joy without ceasing

On each bud and blossom

And each sleeping bosom

They look in every thoughtless nest

Where birds are covered warm;

They visit caves of every beast

To keep them all from harm

When wolves and tigers howl for prey

They pitying stand and weep

Seeking to drive their thirst away

And keep them from the sheep

And there the lion’s ruddy eyes

Shall flow with tears of gold

And pitying the tender cries

And walking round the fold

Saying, «Wrath, by his meekness

And, by his health, sickness

Is driven away

Form our immortal day

«And now beside thee, bleating lamb

I can lie down and sleep;

Or think on him who bore thy name

Graze after thee and weep.»