A child floating down on a cloud in the sky,
Said, "Sing me a song 'bout a lamb,"
So I sang and he smiled,
So I sang again, as he placed a reed in my hand.
And with my rural pen I stained the water clear and wrote this song for every little child to hear.
A song of innocence,
A song of goodness and light,
A song of innocence,
A song of goodness and light.
Said the child hovering there on his cloud in the sky, "Please sing me the song once again,"
And when it was over, he'd vanished from sight,
These are the words sung to him.
The one who's meek and mild, you'll find is always near,
And I will sing this song for every child to hear.
A song of innocence,
(Little lamb, who made thee?)
A song of goodness and light,
(Little lamb, I'll tell you)
A song of innocence,
(He is called by thy name)
A song of goodness and light,
(He became a child, too)
A child floating down on a cloud in the sky said, "Sing me a song 'bout a lamb."
A song of innocence,
(Little lamb, who made thee?)
A song of goodness and light,
(Little lamb, I'll tell you)
A song of innocence,
(He is called by thy name)
A song of goodness and light.
(He became a child, too)
