Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah. The road that leads to Bethlehem goes down to the valley that the snow covered. The shepherds want to see their king, they bring him gifts in his humble hut. The child God was born in a portal of Bethlehem. Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah. I would like to put at your feet a gift that pleases you, Lord. But you already know that I am poor too, and I have nothing but an old drum, a red drum, a red drum. In your honor in front of the portal I will play with my drum. Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah. The road that leads to Bethlehem I go marking with my old drum. Nothing better than that I can offer you. Your old drum is a song of love, drum, drum, drum, drum. When God saw me touching you, he smiled at me. Drum.