Lambs from the Fold

from by Hares on the Mountain

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LAMBS FROM THE FOLD

Magistrator, judge and jury
look to tarnish my good name
I admit it needs a polish
you’d be astonished if you knew my game

Accused of crimes depraved and sordid
the poor little victim the parsons girl
She took boy Henry from the butcher’s
down to the banks to dig for pearls

I would never know if I had good fortune
‘Cause everything I have has been cheated or stole
I make my way in this fairest of seasons
I am just a wolf pulling lambs from the fold

I said I’d never; I’d rather sever
my own legs from my ten year old bones
I raised my fist to defend myself the sister
of the girl slaughtered not a mile from our home

They all asked me why I’d done it
How could I do such a despicable thing
Two young lives snuffed out with their guts out
All I can say is that we all have needs

(chorus)

Now I’ll never treasure a young girl’s pleasure
of a first kiss or a homecoming dance
I’ve always considered all that so much drivel
I’d rather cut you all down if I had the chance

My father the preacher was a most inspiring teacher
he taught me everything a little girl should know
saying I’d never been surer that there’s nothing so pure as
pulling little lambs right out of the fold

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from LAMBS, released February 8, 2015

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