Young Shepherd - Ben Rosenbush

Shine
Shine
Morning light
Shine
Shine
Shine
Morning light
Young shepherd woke one morn
Father's hand on his shoulder heavy and worn
Go now and keep my fold
Father gave his blade
Mother the sheepskin coat she'd made
His feet started down the road
Never to come home
Under the shadowy hill
He sleeps in the valley low
Where the whisperin' river flows
The eyes of the moon look to see
If he is dreaming of home
From the field where he keeps the fold
Young shepherd
There are so many suns still to come
Wolves howl around the caves
His eyes are still
Yet he shakes holding the blade
This forest is full of teeth
A cold wind spears his skin
He pulls close the coat now wearin' thin
He must cut off the arms of night
If they're hungry to take life
Under the shadowy hill
He sleeps in the valley low
Where the whisperin' river flows
The eyes of the moon look to see
If he is dreaming of home
From the field where he keeps the fold
Young shepherd
There are so many suns still to come
O'er this mountain there will be more
From field to field some will die and some will be born
Will you keep walking on
Arms may guard and a staff may guide
But in the violent night you may give up your life
Just don't betray the fold
Like a wolf dressed in sheep wool
Under the shadowy hill
You sleep in the valley low
Where the whisperin' river flows
The eyes of the moon look to see
If you are dreaming of home
From the field where you keep the fold
Young shepherd
There are so many suns still to come
Shine
Shine
Morning light
Shine
Shine
Shine
Morning light