one midwinter night, when I couldn’t sleep
I went out in the fields to try counting sheep
but the darkness that fell on the path was so deep
that I couldn’t see them at all,
I couldn’t see them at all
the sheep had no shepherd and started to run
the wolves understood that the moment had come
gave chase, and the weak ones were soon overcome
they showed them no mercy at all,
showed them no mercy at all
the townsfolk went up to that unholy place
to try to prevent any further disgrace
and the angel of death had a smile on his face
but his eyes held no malice at all,
his eyes held no malice at all
a little boy lay in his makeshift bed
sweated out blood so the sheets were stained red
and the crown made of thorns that had slipped from his head
was of no use to him at all,
was of no use to him at all
The influence of steel guitar on genres like Delta blues and country has long been underrepresented; this compilation aims to set the record straight. Bandcamp Album of the Day May 5, 2022