Sheep Season Lyrics
| Song | Sheep Season |
| Artist | Mellow Candle |
| Album | Swaddling Songs |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Simonds, Williams, Williams | |
| Winding up a hillside where the shepards roam | |
| Counting their flocks in the gloaming | |
| Shining the sea, | |
| winking its light to the froth and the foam. | |
| Chilling the air with his shady tread, | |
| On came the wolf with surprise | |
| Filling his eyes | |
| with soft sapless creatures soon to be dead. | |
| Hurry the shepard man wizened and olden | |
| Go and wave your staff at him | |
| He has come to bury you for claiming his fold. | |
| Stillness came into the misty meadows | |
| Down from the banks to the woodland | |
| Clouds gather in skies, | |
| giving their rains into mountains to flow. | |
| Hurry the shepard man wizened and olden | |
| Go and wave your staff at him | |
| He has come to bury you for claiming his fold. |
| zuo qu : Simonds, Williams, Williams | |
| Winding up a hillside where the shepards roam | |
| Counting their flocks in the gloaming | |
| Shining the sea, | |
| winking its light to the froth and the foam. | |
| Chilling the air with his shady tread, | |
| On came the wolf with surprise | |
| Filling his eyes | |
| with soft sapless creatures soon to be dead. | |
| Hurry the shepard man wizened and olden | |
| Go and wave your staff at him | |
| He has come to bury you for claiming his fold. | |
| Stillness came into the misty meadows | |
| Down from the banks to the woodland | |
| Clouds gather in skies, | |
| giving their rains into mountains to flow. | |
| Hurry the shepard man wizened and olden | |
| Go and wave your staff at him | |
| He has come to bury you for claiming his fold. |
| zuò qǔ : Simonds, Williams, Williams | |
| Winding up a hillside where the shepards roam | |
| Counting their flocks in the gloaming | |
| Shining the sea, | |
| winking its light to the froth and the foam. | |
| Chilling the air with his shady tread, | |
| On came the wolf with surprise | |
| Filling his eyes | |
| with soft sapless creatures soon to be dead. | |
| Hurry the shepard man wizened and olden | |
| Go and wave your staff at him | |
| He has come to bury you for claiming his fold. | |
| Stillness came into the misty meadows | |
| Down from the banks to the woodland | |
| Clouds gather in skies, | |
| giving their rains into mountains to flow. | |
| Hurry the shepard man wizened and olden | |
| Go and wave your staff at him | |
| He has come to bury you for claiming his fold. |
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