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