There Were One Hundred Sheep

Stanislao Marino

Eran Cien Ovejas

Eran cien ovejas
Que habían en el rebaño
Eran cien ovejas
Que tenia pastor

Pero un día cuando
Al contarlas todas
Le faltaba una
Le faltaba una
Y triste lloro

Las noventa y nueve
Dejo en el aprisco
Y por las montañas
A buscarla fue
La encontró llorando
Temblando de frio
Vendo sus heridas
La tomo en sus brazos
Y al redil volvió

Esa misma historia
Vuelve a repetirse
Todavía hay ovejas
Que vagando están
Vagan por el mundo
Sin Dios, sin consuelo
Sin fe sin consuelo
Sin Dios sin consuelo
Y sin su perdón

Las noventa y nueve
Dejo en el aprisco
Y por las montañas
A buscarla fue
La encontró llorando
Temblando de frio
Vendo sus heridas
La tomo en sus brazos
Y al redil volvió

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