The Absentee

The Absentee - Crooked Still

Someone is absent the shepherd said

As over my classbook he bent his head

For several sundays absent too

So tell me teacher what did you do

I didn't call as perhaps I should

I sent some cards but they did no good

I never heard

She never came

So I decided to drop her name

He answered gravely the fault was mine

Hundred no there were ninety nine

One was lost and dark and cold

I sought that sheep that had left the fold

Path was stony

Edged with thorns

My feet were wounded bruised and torn

I kept on searching not countin' the cost

And overjoyed when I found the lost

Thus spoke the shepherd in tender tones

I looked and lo I was all alone

But God a vision had sent to me

To show his will towards the absentee