| 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 |