All in the April evening, April airs were abroad;

The sheep and their little lambs passed me by on the road.

The sheep and their little lambs passed me by on the road;

All in the April evening I thought of the lamb of God

The lambs were weary and crying with a weak, human cry.

I thought of the lamb of God going meekly to die.

Up in the blue, blue mountains dewy pastures are sweet;

Rest for the little bodies, rest for the little feet.

But for the Lamb of God, up on the hill-top green,

Only a Cross of shame, two stark crosses between.

All in the April evening, April airs were abroad;

I saw the sheep with their lambs and thought of the Lamb of God.

Katherine Tynan (1859-1931)