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