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