Patti Smith - We Three Kings lyrics

We three kings of orient are, bearing gifts we traverse afar Field and fountain, moor and mountain, following yonder star Oh, star of wonder, star of night, star with royal beauty bright Westward leading, still proceeding Guide with thy perfect light Born a King on Bethlehem's plain Gold I bring to crown him again King for ever, ceasing never over us all to reign. ..... Frankincense to offer have I, incense owns a Deity nigh Pray'are and praising, all men raising Worship him, God most high, oh..... Myrrh is mine, its bitter perfume breathes a life of Gathering gloom Sorrowing, sighing, bleeding, dying, sealed in the stone cold tomb (all Glorious now behold him arise, king and God and sacrifice Alleluia, alleluia, heaven to earth replies...