I ain’t gonna trade with the Shepherd no more
I ain’t gonna trade with the Shepherd no more
All he does is shear that sheep
Wool so high, it’s knee-deep
I ain’t gonna trade with the Shepherd no more
He’s got white wool, black wool, gray, and brown
Carpet rolls stacked all around the town
You bring your emeralds, he takes ‘em quick
But you can’t buy nothin’ but a dyed-up brick
I ain’t gonna trade with the Shepherd no more
I ain’t gonna trade with the Shepherd no more
All he does is weave that thread
Colors spinning round my head
I ain’t gonna trade with the Shepherd no more
Got a cactus green, got a poppy red
Got a lapis blue, and an ink sac spread
Banner’s waving, dye’s run thin
He says, “Come back, we’ll do it again.”
I ain’t gonna trade with the Shepherd no more
I ain’t gonna trade with the Shepherd no more
All he does is clip that fleece
Never gonna see no peace
I ain’t gonna trade with the Shepherd no more
Got a painting hung on a cottage wall
Got a carpet laid down in the village hall
But the loom keeps turning, trade don’t stop
Sheep keep bleatin’ till the market’s hot
I ain’t gonna trade with the Shepherd no more
I ain’t gonna trade with the Shepherd no more
All he does is spin that wool
Emerald chest already full
I ain’t gonna trade with the Shepherd no more