Heaps of Sheeps Songtext
von Robert Wyatt

I realized my fists were clenched
I stretched my fingers to relax

Still not sleeping
I tried counting sheep
One by one
Leapt across the fence constructed for them
Right to left
Across the fence I had constructed
Having jumped
They refused further direction

Each sheep, where it landed
Refusing to exit, remained
Creating a vast writhing heap
Growing fast on the left


Try as I might
I could not stop them entering
Once again
Try as they might
Not one could leave the stage
I realized my fists were clenched
I stretched my fingers

Each sheep where it landed
Refusing to exit, remained
Creating a vast writhing heap
Growing quickly at one side

Try as they might
Not one could leave the stage
Try as I might
I could not stop them entering
Once again
No longer daring to close my eyes
I′m still not sleeping

Dark sheeps (darks sheeps)
Resumption
Resumption

I realized my goose was cooked
I wondered sheep-shaped on the shore