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 is shining in the sky, So sleep, my little King, go lullaby.’ 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.