We three kings of Orient are
Bearing gifts we traverse afar
Field and fountain morr and mountain
Following yonder star star of wonder star of might star with royal beauty bright westward leading still proceeding
Guide us to the perfect light
Born a babe on
Bethlehem's plain gold we bring to crow him again king forever ceasing never
Over us all to reign
Fankincense to offer have
Incense owns a deity night prayer and praising all men rasing
Worship Him
God on high

We three kings of Orient are
Bearing gift we traverse afar
Field and fountain morr and mountain
Following yonder Star