The Little Road to Bethlehem

As I walked down the road at set of sun

The lambs were coming homeward one by one

I heard a sheepbell 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 sheepbells 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."

As I walked down the road at set of sun

The lambs were coming homeward one by one

I heard a sheepbell softly calling them

Along the little road to Bethlehem

Margaret Rose