Song of the Magi

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

Wear we then our warmest capes?

Wear we then our walking shoes?

Open wide the city gates

Let us through

The 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

And 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?

Open wide the gates of hope

Let us through

When we came, we came through the cold

We came bearing gifts of gold

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