I walked down the road at set of The lambs were coming homeward one by one. I heard a sheepbell calling them, Along the little road to Bethlehem
Beside an open door as I drew nigh, I heard sweet Mary sing a She sang about the lambs at close day, And rocked her tiny King among day.
Across the air the silver sheepbells rang. \"The lambs are coming sweet Mary sang. \"Your star of gold, your star of gold is shining in sky. So sleep, my little King, go lullaby.\"
As walked down the road at set of sun, The lambs were coming homeward one by one. I heard sheepbell softly calling them, Along the little road to Bethlehem