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The Shepherd: Findlay Napier & Megan Henwood

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A live version of The Shepherd from Megan Henwood & Findlay Napier's "Story Song Scientists" EP released March 15th 2019 on Dharma Records.
Findlay and Megan recorded this during a day off on their March 2019 UK tour.
The song is co-written by Megan Henwood and Findlay Napier.
LYRICS: The Shepherd (Counting Sheep)
In the middle of March the teuchit storm
At the corner of spring when the first lambs are born
Sun white and staggering, dozy and small
The shepherd is there to take care of them all
Spindle and the spool,
Scour the wild wool,
While we’re counting sheep
The shepherd he watches and nurtures until
Dippings and clippings moved from the hill
Sold at the market to be bred or be killed
When the teuchit returns, new lambs in the field
Wind the wiry fleece,
Cutlet fresh to eat
While we’re counting sheep
But our shepherd wanders far from the herd
Cares nothing for nurture only for yield
While predators circle our shepherd’s asleep
Dogs run among them, scattering sheep
Spindle and the spool,
Scour the wild wool,
While we’re counting sheep
Wind the wiry fleece,
Cutlet fresh to eat
While we’re counting sheep
Door slams hard and shuts out the storm
The shepherd returns with a lamb in his arms
The forces of nature have forced him to nurture,
To tend and to care for and be a good farmer.
Findlay and Megan recorded this during a day off on their March 2019 UK tour.
The song is co-written by Megan Henwood and Findlay Napier.
LYRICS: The Shepherd (Counting Sheep)
In the middle of March the teuchit storm
At the corner of spring when the first lambs are born
Sun white and staggering, dozy and small
The shepherd is there to take care of them all
Spindle and the spool,
Scour the wild wool,
While we’re counting sheep
The shepherd he watches and nurtures until
Dippings and clippings moved from the hill
Sold at the market to be bred or be killed
When the teuchit returns, new lambs in the field
Wind the wiry fleece,
Cutlet fresh to eat
While we’re counting sheep
But our shepherd wanders far from the herd
Cares nothing for nurture only for yield
While predators circle our shepherd’s asleep
Dogs run among them, scattering sheep
Spindle and the spool,
Scour the wild wool,
While we’re counting sheep
Wind the wiry fleece,
Cutlet fresh to eat
While we’re counting sheep
Door slams hard and shuts out the storm
The shepherd returns with a lamb in his arms
The forces of nature have forced him to nurture,
To tend and to care for and be a good farmer.