The Lost Lamb

My heart, you happy wandered

Along the sunny hill,

All day a-singing, singing,

As the happy shepherd will.

The friendly blue of heaven

Looked on you from above;

'T was joyance all for the shepherd

And the little lambs of love.

Oh, when the shadows gathered,

And the damp upon the rock,

Heart, heart, poor silly shepherd,

Why did you count the flock!