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The Shepherd’s Song

Tut, tsi, tsii, tuut, tsii
Will you think I was talking to myself?
Haha, not in any way! I call to my sheep that way
So we bond, we use a special code
And when they spread over the grassland
I sit to play my guitar- singing Hallelujah
Quivering fingers, dry in the noon sun,
Taste of dew on my lips, a twig poking from my mouth
Ha… lle… lu… Yah…
Lu… Yah, lu… Yah
Oh, what happy view from the Brook
How happy they peacefully graze
Ha… Lle… Lu… Yah
Lu… Yah, lu… Yah
Will you like to take a look
Of my sheep scattered like a maze?

Night fall
So, retired
Pillow of silk
Open window
Out was a bright moon,
A night to dream
And a wish to a good night
Hallelujah, I pray


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