Rom pom pom

The road that leads to Bethlehem
Descends to the valley that the snow covered
The little shepherds want to see their King
They bring gifts in their humble satchel
Rom po pom pom, rom po pom pom

The child God has been born in a stable in Bethlehem

I would like to lay at your feet
Some present that pleases you, Lord
But you already know that I am poor too
And I possess nothing but an old drum
Rom po pom pom, rom po pom pom

In your honor, in front of the stable, I will play with my drum
Like this

Rom pom pom, rom po pom pom
Rom pom pom, rom po pom pom
Rom pom pom, rom po pom pom
Rom pom pom, rom po pom pom

The road that leads to Bethlehem
I am marking with my old drum
There is nothing better that I can offer you
Its hoarse tone is a song of love
Rom po pom pom, rom po pom pom

When God saw me playing before Him, He smiled at me

Rom pom pom, rom po pom pom
Rom pom pom, rom po pom pom
Rom pom pom, rom po pom pom
Rom pom pom, rom po pom pom

Rom pom pom
Rom pom pom
Rom pom pom, rom po pom pom
Rom pom pom, rom po pom pom
Rom pom pom, rom po pom pom
Rom pom pom, rom po pom pom
Rom pom pom, rom po pom pom

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