celtic woman
we three kings
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 for ever, ceasing never Over us all to reign. O star of wonder, star of night, Star with royal beauty bright. Westward leading, still proceeding, Guide us to thy perfect light. O star of wonder, star of night, Star with royal beauty bright. Westward leading, still proceeding, Guide us to thy perfect light. Glorious now behold Him arise, King and God and Sacrifice! Al-le-lu-ia, al-le-lu-ia, Heaven to earth replies. O star of wonder, star of night, Star with royal beauty bright. Westward leading, still proceeding, Guide us to thy perfect light.