As I walked down the road at set of sun,
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The lambs were coming homeward one by one.
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I heard a sheepbell softly calling them,
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Along the little road to Bethlehem
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Beside an open door as I drew nigh,
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I heard sweet Mary sing a lullaby.
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She sang about the lambs at close of day,
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And rocked her tiny King among the hay.
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Across the air the silver sheepbells rang.
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”The lambs are coming home,” sweet Mary sang.
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”Your star of gold, your star of gold is shining in the sky.
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So sleep, my little King, go lullaby.”
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As I walked down the road at set of sun,
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The lambs were coming homeward one by one.
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I heard a sheepbell softly calling them,
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Along the little road to Bethlehem
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The Little Road To Bethlehem
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| Katherine Jenkins |
