As I walked down the road at set of sun
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 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 sheepbells 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 sheepbell softly calling them
Along the little road to Bethlehem
When I was very young I used to wake up in the middle of the night and listen to this song while staring out the window. When the song ended I would walk over to the cooler and but my face right in front of it. While I stood their I would imagine that I was sitting in a dark room. I would stay their until my face felt numb. Then I would get up and go back to bed. I'v never been able to remember exactly why I would do this. I just remember that while I did it I felt completely empty inside. I felt sad and lonely but at the same time I felt content and peaceful.
Here I am, nothing has changed since last year, except my missing Maggie even more. The lovely memories are here still, but it's gonna be a long. lonely Christmas without her. (There's that other song I was looking for !!!) Love you, Mags, happy Christmas. xxx
Christmas just wouldn't be Christmas without this beautiful song. I love her version of Bleak Mid Winter, too. They bring back wonderful memories. Unfortunately the love of my Life, Maggie, has gone far away into the Silent Land. She loved these songs too. Just another lonely Christmas without her, (There must be another song there, somewhere ?)