Din, din, din
We must be on our way
Din, din, din
This is the chosen day
Mary on her donkey, Joseph by her side.
Slowly they moved onward, Joseph as her guide.
Din, din, din
Slowly they went their way
Din, din, din
Where was a place to stay?
Tiring was the journey, walking all the way.
Slowly they moved onward, till the end of day.
Friends had gathered 'round them,
As they left their homeland.
Now they were alone and
Looking for some rest.
Sunlight rays were dying, as they looked for shelter.
But no one would help them, hopeless was their quest.
Din, din, din, we must be on our way
Din, din, din, this is the chosen day.
Mary on her donkey, Joseph by her side
Slowly they moved onward, Joseph as her guide.
