Songtexte Song of the Magi - Anaïs Mitchell
                                                When 
                                                we 
                                                came
 
                                    
                                
                                                We 
                                                came 
                                                through 
                                                the 
                                                cold
 
                                    
                                
                                                We 
                                                came 
                                                bearing 
                                                gifts 
                                                of 
                                                gold
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                frankincense 
                                                and 
                                                myrrh
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                there 
                                                were 
                                                trumpets 
                                                playing
 
                                    
                                
                                                There 
                                                were 
                                                angels 
                                                looking 
                                                down
 
                                    
                                
                                                On 
                                                    a 
                                                west 
                                                bank 
                                                town
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                he 
                                                so 
                                                loved 
                                                the 
                                                world!
 
                                    
                                
                                                Wore 
                                                we 
                                                our 
                                                warmest 
                                                capes
 
                                    
                                
                                                Wore 
                                                we 
                                                then 
                                                our 
                                                walking 
                                                shoes
 
                                    
                                
                                                Opened 
                                                wide 
                                                the 
                                                city 
                                                gates
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                let 
                                                us 
                                                through
 
                                    
                                
                                                    A 
                                                child 
                                                is 
                                                born
 
                                    
                                
                                                Born 
                                                in 
                                                Bethlehem
 
                                    
                                
                                                Born 
                                                in 
                                                    a 
                                                cattle 
                                                pen
 
                                    
                                
                                                    A 
                                                child 
                                                is 
                                                born 
                                                on 
                                                the 
                                                killing 
                                                floor
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                still 
                                                he 
                                                no 
                                                crying 
                                                makes
 
                                    
                                
                                                Still 
                                                as 
                                                the 
                                                air 
                                                is 
                                                he
 
                                    
                                
                                                Lying 
                                                so 
                                                prayerfully 
                                                there
 
                                    
                                
                                                Waiting 
                                                for 
                                                the 
                                                war
 
                                    
                                
                                                Welcome 
                                                home, 
                                                my 
                                                child
 
                                    
                                
                                                Your 
                                                home 
                                                is 
                                                    a 
                                                checkpoint 
                                                now
 
                                    
                                
                                                Your 
                                                home 
                                                is 
                                                    a 
                                                border 
                                                town
 
                                    
                                
                                                Welcome 
                                                to 
                                                the 
                                                brawl
 
                                    
                                
                                                Life 
                                                ain't 
                                                fair, 
                                                my 
                                                child
 
                                    
                                
                                                Put 
                                                your 
                                                hands 
                                                in 
                                                the 
                                                air, 
                                                my 
                                                child
 
                                    
                                
                                                Slowly 
                                                now, 
                                                single 
                                                file, 
                                                now
 
                                    
                                
                                                Up 
                                                against 
                                                the 
                                                wall
 
                                    
                                
                                                Wear 
                                                we 
                                                now 
                                                our 
                                                warmest 
                                                coats
 
                                    
                                
                                                Wear 
                                                we 
                                                now 
                                                our 
                                                walking 
                                                shoes
 
                                    
                                
                                                Opened 
                                                wide 
                                                the 
                                                gates 
                                                of 
                                                hope
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                let 
                                                us 
                                                through
 
                                    
                                
                                                When 
                                                we 
                                                came
 
                                    
                                
                                                We 
                                                came 
                                                through 
                                                the 
                                                cold
 
                                    
                                
                                                We 
                                                came 
                                                bearing 
                                                gifts 
                                                of 
                                                gold
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                frankincense 
                                                and 
                                                myrrh
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                there 
                                                were 
                                                shepherds 
                                                praying
 
                                    
                                
                                                There 
                                                were 
                                                lions 
                                                laying 
                                                down
 
                                    
                                
                                                With 
                                                the 
                                                lambs 
                                                in 
                                                    a 
                                                west 
                                                bank 
                                                town
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                he 
                                                so 
                                                loved 
                                                the 
                                                world!
 
                                    
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