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