We Three Kings Songtext
von The Boxmasters

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 rein

Frankincense to offer have I
Incense owns a deity nigh
Pray'r and praising all men raising
Worship him god most high

Myrrh is mine it′s 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
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