Little Road to Bethlehem Songtext
von Judy Collins
Little Road to Bethlehem Songtext
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 singing 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, sing 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
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 singing 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, sing 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
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