Little Lamb, who made thee?
Dost thou know who made thee?
Gave thee life, and bid thee feed,
By the stream and o'er the mead;

I am, i am, i am, lalalalala
I am, i am, i am, lalalalala
I`m not just old, i`m magic gold
I`m not just old, i`m magic gold

Gave thee clothing of delight,
Softest clothing, woolly, bright,
Gave thee such a tender voice,
Making all the vales rejoice?

Little Lamb, I'll tell thee,
Little Lamb, I'll tell thee:
He is called by thy name,
For He calls Himself a Lamb.

He is meek, and He is mild;
He became a little child.
I a child, and thou a lamb,
We are called by His name.