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