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
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
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