Lyrics:

A hundred sheep. A hillside.
A hundred sheep. Who'd see––
if one small sheep went waaaandering
where sweeter grass may be,
if one small sheep went waaaandering
where sweeter grass may be.

A hundred sheep now moving on.
A hundred sheep. Who'd know––
if one stayed to munch the grassy lunch
a thorn bush has below,
if one scrunched to munch some untouched lunch
a thorn bush has below.

But as the ninety-nine drift off,
I'm wondering who'll miss
a one-one hundredth stitch of cloud
who's lagged as far as this,
a one-one hundredth stitch of cloud
who's snaaaaaged!

In growing shadows of this thorn,
one laaaamb is still behind!
Who'd count, or care to come for one
while leaving ninety-nine? (howl)

Who'd face the wolves? Who'd take on thorns
for one so far off track?
But here's my shepherd! Here I am!
He's kneeling by my trap!
Oh, here's my thorn-worn shepherd who,
with singing, brings me baaaack!