Letra de «The Little Road to Bethlehem»
Beside an open door as I drew night
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
As I walked down the road at set of sun The lambs were coming homeward one by one I heard a sheep bell softly calling them Along the little road to Bethlehem To Bethlehem
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
As I walked down the road at set of sun The lambs were coming homeward one by one I heard a sheep bell softly calling them Along the little road to Bethlehem To Bethlehem
