When I was little, coming back home from school, I\'d see the man,
Old and frail, herding back his flock of sheep and lamb,
Always Shouting to the black ram with a bell on its neck:
\"Home, Naughty Ram, Home.\"
And into the forest, they\'d all disappear.
One day, coming back from school, I saw the ram, alone in the fields, eating grass.
I looked around for the old man, but he wasn\'t around.
So I shouted: \"Home, Naughty Ram, Home\",
And towards the trees he ran.
Later that day, at the dinner table, I heard whispers;
\"The old Shepherd is no more, he was found lying in his forest cabin, on his bed, tucked in for the night, waiting for the morning light that never came\".