The Little Road to Bethlehem: The Little Road to Bethlehem

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