There Were a Hundred Sheep

Alex Rodriguez

Eran Cien Ovejas

Eran cien ovejas
Que había en el rebaño
Eran cien ovejas
Que amante cuidó
Pero en una tarde
Al contarlas todas
Le faltaba una
Le faltaba una
Y triste lloro

Las noventa y nueve
Dejo en el abrigo
Y por la montaña
A buscarla fue
La encontró gimiendo
Temblando de frío
Curo sus heridas
La tomo en sus brazos
Y al redil volvió

Esta misma historia
Vuelve a repetirse
Todavía hay ovejas
Que errabundas van
Vagan por el mundo
Sin Dios sin consuelo
Sin Dios y sin fe

There Were a Hundred Sheep

There were a hundred sheep
That were in the flock
There were a hundred sheep
That a loving shepherd cared for
But one afternoon
When counting them all
One was missing
One was missing
And sadly he cried

The ninety-nine
He left in the shelter
And through the mountain
He went to look for her
He found her whimpering
Shivering from the cold
He healed her wounds
Took her in his arms
And returned to the fold

This same story
Repeats itself
There are still sheep
That wander
Roaming the world
Without God without comfort
Without God and without faith