6 acessos
As I walk down
The road
I sit up some
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 night
I heard
Sweet Mary
A lullaby
She sang
About the lambs
At close of day
And rocked her
Tiny boy
Among the hay
Across the air
The silver
Sheepbell rang
The lambs
Are coming home
Sweet Mary sang
You're
A star of gold
You're
A star of gold
Is shining
In the sky
So sleep
My little baby
Go lullaby
As I walk down
The road
I sit up some
The lambs were
Coming homeward
One by one
I heard
A sheepbell
Softly
Calling them
Along
The little road
To Bethlehem