The little road to Bethlehem

Words: Margaret Rose
Music: Michael Head

As I walked down the road at set of sun,
The lambs were coming homewards 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 sheepbell 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 homewards one by one,
I heard a sheepbell softly calling them
Along the little road to Bethlehem.