Ruddy
And with palms strained from playing
The guitar
He walks home with the happy flock
Gentle was his walk
Joyful was his apparition
So he recalled his adventures
The songs he sang under the Sycamore
The bear he expelled
And the lion he killed
Diligently he led the sheep
Guiding them
Without knowledge of his training
For God had anointed him King
And his sheep was Israel
