Songtext von We Three Kings

We Three Kings of Orient are Bearing gifts we travers afar Field and fountain moor and mountain ...following yonder star Frankensence to offer have I Insense owns a deity nigh Prayer and praising all men raising Worship him, God on high Oh, star of wonder star of might Star with royal beauty bright Westward leading, still proceeding Guide us to thy perfect light... Born a babe on Bethlehem's plain Gold I bring to crown him again King forever ceasing never Over us all to reign...