Words and music ℗ © Susan Weber, BMI.  All Rights Reserved.

Little lamb, my soul companion,
you bleat about my feet.
When I pat you with my hand,
you lead me up the mountain peak.

Take me high before I die.
Never mind you are the world,
you are the wolf that eats the girl.
My mind, my solitary lamb.

You have been my evil twin,
my thunder cloud upon the mountain.
I have never learned to swim
and I am helpless on the ground.

Take me high before I die.
Never mind you are the world,
you are the wolf that eats the girl.
My mind, my solitary lamb.

You have been my only kin,
you are the yearning I would burn
upon the altar of my skin.
You are the lesson I would learn.

Take me high before I die.
Never mind you are the world,
you are the wolf that eats the girl.
My mind, my solitary lamb.
My mind, my solitary lamb.