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