Counting Sheep - Farewell Friend

Lyrics by：Thomas Troyer

Father once miscounted his sheep

Thinking one was lost or asleep

He and his brothers went searching

He and his brothers went searching

While a hunter walked alone in the forest

He fell asleep beneath an old oak tree

He dreamed he died and his soul roamed free

He dreamed he died and his soul roamed free

As the moon caught the mist and the wind chased the stars

The brothers all wandered till morning

When my father again counted his sheep

All of those lambs had returned to the keep

All of those lambs had returned to the keep

The hunter woke up under his oak tree

He drew a cross and he leveled his aim

He called a shot but the blast never came

He called a shot but the blast never came

As the moon caught the mist and the wind chased the stars

As the moon caught the mist and the wind chased the stars

Father worked the farm until sundown

Grandpa broke the bread and they all bowed their heads

For the lamb they gave thanks as they ate

For the lamb they gave thanks as they ate

The hunter woke up under his oak tree

The farmers daughter sat there laughing at him

She'd drawn a raspberry stain on his cheek

She'd drawn a raspberry stain on his cheek

As the moon caught the mist and the wind chased the stars

As the moon caught the mist and the wind chased the stars

And the pendulum swings and the weakest all found wings