The path that leads to Bethlehem
goes down to the snow-covered valley
the little shepherds want to see their King
they bring Him presents in their humble pouch,
ro pom pom pom, ro pom pom.
God Child is born in a stable in Bethlehem.
I'd like to put at Your feet
some gift you like, Lord
but You know I'm poor too
and I don't own nothing but an old drum
ro pom pom pom, ro pom pom.
In Your honour in front of the stable I will play
my drum!
The path that leads me to Bethlehem
I'm walking with my old drum
there's nothing better that I can offer You
its hoarse accent is a love chant
ro pom pom pom, ro pom pom.
When God saw me playing in front of Him
He smiled at me.