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
 I'm broken down
 From a recent fall
 Blood upon my body
 And ice upon my soul
 Lead on, my son, it is your world