The Butcher Lyrics - Songs From A Room - Leonard Cohen

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.