| Lyrics: | THE MASTER OF THE SHEEPFOLD
(Art Thieme, from someone in Maine, from Jerry
Epstein?)
C G7 C
Oh the master guards the sheepfold
bin
C e G7
He wants to know, "Is my sheep brung
in?"
C F
And he's callin', he's callin'
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d
Callin' softly, softly callin'
C G7 C
For them all to come gatherin' in
C G7 C G7
C C7
Oh the master of the sheepfold, who guards the sheepfold bin
F
C G7
Went out on the wind and the rain path,
where the long night's rain begins
a e a
d
And he said to his hireling shepherd, "Is my sheep, is they all brung in?"
C F F G7 C
And he said to his hireling
shepherd, "Is my sheep, is they all brung in?"
And the hireling shepherd answered, "Oh
there's some that's wan
and thin
And some that's got all weathered and they won't come
gatherin' in
They is lost and good for nothing, but the rest they is all brung in
They is
lost and good for nothing, but the rest they is all brung in
And the master of the
sheepfold, who guards the sheepfold bin
Went out on the wind and the rain path, where the long
night's rain begins
And he let down the bars to the sheepfold, callin' soft, "Come in, come
in"
And he let down the bars to the sheepfold, callin' soft, "Come in, come in"
Then
up through the gloom in the meadow, through the long night's rain and wind
Up through the wind
and the rain path, where the long night's rain begins
Came the long lost sheep of the
sheepfold, they all come a gatherin' in
Came the long lost sheep of the sheepfold, they all
come a gatherin' in
@religion @animal
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