| Song | Little Lamb |
| Artist | Ilya |
| Album | Fathoms Deep |
| Hold me close my little lamb | |
| Fortune favours the brave and I love you so much | |
| But the drinkers in the bar room of your mind | |
| Are the very ones I didn’t want to find. | |
| Secretly the past comes in | |
| Poisoning the good things exaggerates the bad | |
| And the lifer in the prison of your heart | |
| Is the very one to tear our love apart. | |
| O why did I pick the weakest rose | |
| Why did I plant a blood red vine | |
| Why do I hate the thing I chose? | |
| And call-a bad man mine | |
| And call-a bad man mine. | |
| I wonder now maybe it’s over | |
| But I can’t stand the sight of you looking unhappy | |
| But the idler in the factory of your eyes | |
| Is the only one I truly now despise. | |
| CHORUS | |
| O Why did I pick the weakest rose | |
| Why did I plant a blood red vine | |
| Why do I hate the thing I chose? | |
| And call a bad man mine | |
| And call a bad man mine | |
| And call a bad man mine | |
| And call a bad man mine. |
| Hold me close my little lamb | |
| Fortune favours the brave and I love you so much | |
| But the drinkers in the bar room of your mind | |
| Are the very ones I didn' t want to find. | |
| Secretly the past comes in | |
| Poisoning the good things exaggerates the bad | |
| And the lifer in the prison of your heart | |
| Is the very one to tear our love apart. | |
| O why did I pick the weakest rose | |
| Why did I plant a blood red vine | |
| Why do I hate the thing I chose? | |
| And calla bad man mine | |
| And calla bad man mine. | |
| I wonder now maybe it' s over | |
| But I can' t stand the sight of you looking unhappy | |
| But the idler in the factory of your eyes | |
| Is the only one I truly now despise. | |
| CHORUS | |
| O Why did I pick the weakest rose | |
| Why did I plant a blood red vine | |
| Why do I hate the thing I chose? | |
| And call a bad man mine | |
| And call a bad man mine | |
| And call a bad man mine | |
| And call a bad man mine. |