Did you hear them talking those men from afar. Said something about the birth of a king. About following some star. I wonder who this king is? Wonder should I follow them as well?
I just a poor farmer working the land. Trying to make a living doing the best I can. Working With what this life is giving. Digging in the sand. What could I offer this king. Pull out my harp and sing.
I followed in the distance. Trying not to be seen.When they bedded down,I went to sleep.. And awoke to any sound. Followed night after night till in the distance city lights. I heard chatter of a baby king born. I ran to try and find him my clothes ragged and worn.
He wasn't at the castle, nor was he in the inn. A cave or a manger a light glowed within. I went to find shelter there wraped in rag a baby a king I bowed to my knees and praised him I'd sing,
Oh hosanna to the king oh Hosanna to the king. I saw a smile on his face as I began to leave. I'll remember that place. In which I saw and began to believe.In a time so long ago. A time somehow I forgot.Smiles now to show. With his blood I'm bought.
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