On the way to Bethlehem,
He walks down to the snow-covered valley.
The little shepherds want to see their King,
They bring Him gifts in their humble leather bag,
Rom pom pom pom, rom pom pom pom...
In a manger in Bethlehem, the Christ Child's been born.
I would like to place at Your feet
Some present that would please You, Lord,
But You already know that I, too, am poor,
And I own nothing more than an old drum.
Rom pom pom pom, rom pom pom pom...
In your honour of You, I'll play
On my drum!
On the way to Bethlehem,
I keep the rhythm playing my old drum,
For I've nothing better to offer to You.
Its hoarse sound is a song of love,
Rom pom pom pom, rom pom pom pom...
When God saw me playing before Him, He smiled at me.