We Three Kings of Orient Are Songtext
von John Fahey

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

Yonder star...

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

Oh 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
Worship Him, 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
Thy perfect light...

Myrrh is mine, its bitter perfume
Breathes of life of gathering gloom
Sorrowing, sighing, bleeding, dying
Sealed in the stone-cold tomb

Glorious now behold Him arise
King and God and Sacrifice
Alleluia, Alleluia
Earth to heaven replies

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

Thy perfect light

Thy perfect light

Thy perfect light