اصل بول
ENترجمہ ابھی دستیاب نہیں۔ اصل بول دکھائے جا رہے ہیں۔
Beside an open door as I drew night
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
