Lyrics 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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