I walked down the road at set of The lambs were coming homeward one by one. I heard a sheepbell softly calling them, Along little road to Bethlehem
Beside an open door as I drew nigh, I heard sweet sing a lullaby. She sang about the at close of day, And rocked 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 shining in the sky. So sleep, little King, go lullaby.\"
As I walked down road at set of sun, The lambs were coming homeward one one. I heard a sheepbell softly calling them, Along the little road to Bethlehem