Leonard Cohen

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, is your world