Eran Cien Ovejas
Stanislao Marino
There Were One Hundred Sheep
There were one hundred sheep
That were in the flock
There were one hundred sheep
That the shepherd had
But one day when
Counting them all
One was missing
One was missing
And sadly he cried
He left the ninety-nine
In the sheepfold
And through the mountains
He went to find her
He found her crying
Shivering with cold
Seeing her wounds
He took her in his arms
And returned to the fold
That same story
Repeats itself
There are still sheep
That are wandering
Wandering through the world
Without God, without comfort
Without faith without comfort
Without God without comfort
And without his forgiveness
He left the ninety-nine
In the sheepfold
And through the mountains
He went to find her
He found her crying
Shivering with cold
Seeing her wounds
He took her in his arms
And returned to the fold
