My dear friend James is dead,
Since Herod's sword took him away.
And I am next, they've said;
In prison only one more day.
I lie on rocky ground
While Drifting in and out of dreams
One dream which I have found
Is more realistic then it seems:
A visitor appears;
Touches my wrists, for what its worth.
And yet, despite my fears,
My chains have fallen to the earth
He leads me past the guard
I now know this is not the end:
My future may be hard
But yet, I still have sheep to tend.