We Three Kings Songtext
von The Tin Lids

One, two, three kings
Oh
One, two, three, four

We three kings of Orient are
Bearing gifts we traverse afar
Field and fountain, moor and mountain
Following yonder star

O star of wonder, star of night
Star with royal beauty bright
Westward leading, still proceeding
Guide us to thy perfect light

Born a King on Bethlehem′s plain
Gold I bring to crown him again
King forever, ceasing never
Over us all to reign

O star of wonder, star of night
Star with royal beauty bright
Westward leading, still proceeding
Guide us to thy perfect light


Frankincense to offer have I
Incense owns a Deity nigh
Prayer and praising, all men raising
Worshiping God most high

O star of wonder, star of night
Star with royal beauty bright
Westward leading, still proceeding
Guide us to thy perfect light

Myrrh is mine; its bitter perfume
Breathes a life of gathering gloom
Sorrow and anger, hate and danger
All this you'll live through soon

O star of wonder, star of night
Star with royal beauty bright
Westward leading, still proceeding
Guide us to thy perfect light

Glorious now behold him arise
King and God and sacrifice
Alleluia, Alleluia,
Earth to the heaven′s replies


O star of wonder, star of night
Star with royal beauty bright
Westward leading, still proceeding
Guide us to thy perfect light