Three Kings’ Song

The Ma­gi came out of the Ori­ent land

Now rock-a-bye

rock-a-bye

pret­ty ba­by!

They rode ov­er rock and they rode ov­er sand

Right glad

then were those three.

And as they went rid­ing

a star went be­fore

Now rock-a-bye

rock-a-bye

pret­ty ba­by!

The form of a glo­ri­ous infant it bore

Right glad

then were those three.

And when to Je­ru­sa­lem ci­ty they came

Now rock-a-bye

rock-a-bye

pret­ty ba­by!

They saw not the star with its glo­ri­ous flame

How sad

then were those three.

And as they were sit­ting at din­ner one day

Now rock-a-bye

rock-a-bye

pret­ty ba­by!

An an­gel of Heav­en ap­peared and did say

Right glad

then were those three.

Go

Ma­gi

once more from the town to the wild

Now rock-a-bye

rock-a-bye

pret­ty ba­by!

For He­rod is seek­ing the life of the Child

How sad

then were those three.

But when from the ci­ty they hast­ened in fear

Now rock-a-bye

rock-a-bye

pret­ty ba­by!

The star went be­fore

shin­ing bright­ly and clear

Right glad

then were those three.

They came to the sta­ble at Beth­le­hem town

Now rock-a-bye

rock-a-bye

pret­ty ba­by!

They poured out their trea­sures

And low­ly knelt down

Right glad

then were those three.