Oh Shepherd, Oh Shepherd or The Sheep are in the Wilderness Oh shepherd, oh shepherd will you come home Will you come home, will you come home? Oh shepherd
A vast and naked landscape bathes in the blood-red setting sun A pale man dressed in cape, walking on the field alone His rod is dragged along the soil
(Instrumental)
Shepherd, Your sheep are weary Cold and tired, battered and bruised and torn And Shepherd, Your sheep are hungry We got what we wanted but we still need
Hark all ye shepherds, come join in our song. Hark all ye shepherds, for Jesus is born. Lo he is lying, born in a manger, Jesus, annointed to be our Savior
Mary, Mary hush, see the Child Joseph, Joseph, look see how mild This is Jesus; this is our King This is our Savior, his praises we sing.
(Nahum Tate (1652-1715), ca. 1700) While shepherds watched their flocks by night, All seated on the ground, The angel of the Lord came down, And glory
Maria High on a hill was a lonely goatherd Lay ee odl lay ee odl lay hee hoo Loud was the voice of the lonely goatherd Lay ee odl lay ee odl-oo Folks
While shepherds watched their flocks by night, All seated on the ground, The angel of the Lord came down, And glory shone around. "Fear not," said he,
Do you know the story of the shepherd who [tried and] took the moon in his arms Listen to the story mainly if you can [agree] of the man who loved
(Dread/The Clash) (Instrumental)
Nailed to the cross, dead for collective sin. We decide where, why, who, and when. Build our bibles to ONLY include the things we believe to be divine
We have the obligation, to direct your train of thought Showing what is prudent Just fulfilling the mandate going along with trendy disputes You prove
While shepherds watched their flocks by night, All seated on the ground The angel of the Lord came down, And glory shone around "Fear not!" said he
On white reeds blessed wheat arrives Horns of oil for swiss born brides Hear the shepherds of the northern pasture sing Hear the shepherds of the northern
(Gretchen Guard) Follow now, o shepherds, rise up from your sleeping. Angels far from here a blessed watch are keeping. Look up, look up! A star shines
[Sung by Mr. Black The Do-Gooders] Down with sex and sin, Down with pot, heroin. Down with pornography, Down with lust. Down with vice lechery and debauchery
MARIA High on a hill Was a lonely goatherd Ho-de-lay-ho-de-lay Ho-de-lay-hi-hoo Loud was the voice Of the lonely goatherd Ho-de-lay-ho-de-lay Ho-de-loo