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