Little lamb, warm and tender,

you shake the dew drops from your curly fleece

and run through the meadows in the sun,

yet cannot find your shepherd.

My little lost lamb,

gone astray from my flock,

alone in the wilderness,

with nothing but the stars to guide you.

I call out for you night and day;

can you hear my voice?

With open arms I wait,

wait to enfold you in my embrace.

Come back to me, little one,

let my hand wipe your tears away,

and be lost no more.