The Butcher

The Butcher - Leonard Cohen (萊昂納德·科恩)

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