http://vk.com/aly_aj -------------------------------------------- We three kings of Orient are Bearing gifts we traverse afar Field and fountain, moor and mountain Following yonder star
Born a King on Bethlehem's plain Gold I bring to crown Him again King forever, ceasing never Over us all to rein
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 Pray'r and praising, all men raising Worship Him, God most high
Myrrh is mine, its bitter perfume Breathes of life of gathering gloom Sorrowing, sighing, bleeding, dying Sealed in the stone-cold tomb
Star of wonder, star of night Star with royal beauty bright Westward leading, still proceeding Guide us to Thy perfect light
We three kings of Orient are Bearing gifts we traverse afar Field and fountain, moor and mountain Following yonder star
Myrrh is mine, its bitter perfume Breathes of life of gathering gloom Sorrowing, sighing, bleeding, dying Sealed in the stone-cold tomb
O Star of wonder, star of night Star with royal beauty bright Westward leading, still proceeding Guide us to Thy perfect light