Leonard Cohen

I came upon a butcher,
He was slaughtering a lamb,
I accused him there
With his tortured lamb.
He said, "listen to me, child,
I am what I am and you, you are my only son."
Well, I found a silver needle,
I put it into my arm.
It did some good,
Did some harm.
But the nights were cold
And it almost kept me warm,
How come the night is long?
I saw some flowers growing up