When the joys of winter were wearing thin.
Suddenly, today its spring.
All warm and golden and happy and gay.
And the lambs were born as
we walked on the way.
One of them followed us.
Where is your mother.
Haven't you got a sister or brother,
Here comes the shepherd boy
To take you away
Little lost lamb its the end of
our play
Wish we could take you home
with us at the end of our lovely day.