Po po pro po pon pro po pon
The road that leads to Bethlehem
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 was born in a stable in Bethlehem
I would like to place at your feet
Some gift that pleases you, Lord
But you already know that I am poor too
And I own nothing but an old drum
In your honor in front of the stable I'll play
The road that leads to Bethlehem
I'm keeping time with my old drum
There's nothing better that I can offer
Its hoarse tone is a song of love
When God saw me playing before him