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