In the cold field the little sheep did roam
With his woolly coat he called home
He bleat and graze beneath the sky
Soft and gentle happy as can be
White clouds over the green hill
A peaceful heart a quiet stride
Beneath the stars he softly sleeps
A lullaby for dreams to keep.
Oct 6, 2025
Oct 6, 2025 at 3:06 AM UTC
In the cold field the little sheep did roam
With his woolly coat he called home
He bleat and graze beneath the sky
Soft and gentle happy as can be
White clouds over the green hill
A peaceful heart a quiet stride
Beneath the stars he softly sleeps
A lullaby for dreams to keep.
Sheep 🐑
