Patti Smith - We Three Kings текст песни

( From the album "A Very Happy Christmas" )

We three kings of orient are, bearing gifts we traverse afar
Field and fountain, moor and mountain, following yonder star

cho: Oh, star of wonder, star of night, star with royal beauty bright
Westward leading, still proceeding,
Guide with thy perfect light

(Melchior) Born a King on Bethlehem's plain,

Gold I bring to crown him again
King for ever, ceasing never over us all to reign

(Casper) Frankincense to offer have I, incense owns a Deity nigh

Pray'r and praising, all men raising,
Worship him, God most high, oh

(Balthazar) Myrrh is mine, its bitter perfume breathes a life of

gathering gloom
Sorrowing, sighing, bleeding, dying, sealed in the stone cold tom

(all Glorious now behold him arise, king and God and sacrifice
Alleluia, alleluia, heaven to earth replies