The road that leads to Bethlehem
It goes down to the valley that the snow covered
The little shepherds want to see their king
They bring him gifts in their humble satchel
He has been born in a Bethlehem manger
I would like to lay at your feet
some present that pleases you, Lord
But you already know that I'm poor too
and I own nothing but an old drum
In your honor in front of the manger I'll play
The road that leads to Bethlehem
I keep time with my old drum
There's nothing better that I can offer you
Its hoarse accent is a song of love
When God saw me playing before Him