Come back little sheba I hear them calling Open your ears Awake from thy sleep High above The stars are falling Open your arms And you shall receive
The lights of the city So bold and flashing All of it's riches Imparted to thee Robes of saffron Robes of standing A road of crimson Spread at your feet
Your robes of standing Your robes of saffron Your road of crimson All pleasing to me But close your lights Close your gates I must arise My flock awaits
Farewell little sheba I hear them a'calling Here is your staff Tend to thy sheep Good wishes be with you If that be your calling Farewell little sheba Arise and take leave
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