I saw the Shepard in the meadow.
I drew his crown from the thorns.
I plead on my knees before him:
Give me the strength for the morn.

I'd wake the sun with my sighing.
I'd put the rain in its place.
Oh, were it not for that Shepard!
Kissing the pain from my face.

I wish my soul would wash away.
I'd leave my cares upon the shore.
Had I life my heart's own way,
I'd sail on through my Shepard's door.