George Whitefield Chadwick - Little Lamb - текст песни (слова)

Little lamb, who made thee?
 Dost thou know who made thee?
 
 Gave thee life and bade thee feed
 by the stream and o'er the mead,
 gave thee clothing of delight,
 softest clothing woolly bright,
 gave thee such a tender voice,
 making all the vales rejoice?
 
 Little lamb, who made thee?
 
 Little lamb, I'll tell thee,
 Little lamb, I'll tell thee:
 
 He is called by thy name,
 for He calls Himself a lamb.
 He is meek and He is mild,
 He became a little child.
 I a child and thou a lamb,
 we are called by His name.
 
 Little lamb, God bless thee!