Oh, long is the night I have travelled

The way was so bitter and cold

I long for the day when my shepard will say

The black sheep returned to the fold.





Forever my dreams are of heaven

A treasure more precious then gold

The church bells will ring and the angels will sing

The black sheep returned to the fold.



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My mission on earth now is ended

My body is weary and cold

The words have been blessed in this heacen of rest

The black sheep returned to the fold.



So bury me there in the churchyard

The story of life has been told

And let it be known by the words on the stone

The black sheep returned to the fold...