Little Road to Bethlehem

As I walk down the road

I sit up some

The lambs were coming homeward one by one

I heard a sheepbell softly calling them

Along the little road to BethlehemBeside an open door as I drew night

I heard sweet Mary

A lullaby

She sang about the lambs at close of day

And rocked her tiny boy among the hayAcross the air the silver sheepbell rang

The lambs are coming home sweet Mary sang

You're a star of gold

You're a star of gold

Is shining in the sky

So sleep, my little baby

Go lullabyAs I walk down the road

I sit up some

The lambs were coming homeward one by one

I heard a sheepbell softly calling them

Along the little road to Bethlehem