The Butcher

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 in 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 the 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