We rode all night through fields of darkness
Our guiding light the Eastern star;
We came to Bethlehem, we all were weary:
We’d travelled far that night, we’d travelled far

We heard that here we’d find Messiah
Foretold by seers from days of old;
We looked for palaces and found a stable:
Could it be here, so bare and cold?

We entered in and there wе saw him;
It seemed we’d known him from long beforе:
A child like any child, yet somehow different:
The face of every child in him we saw

We’d brought him gifts, and now we offered them;
We knelt down low in silent prayer
With eyes that seemed to know both joy and sadness
The child looked down as we knelt there

So long ago, yet I remember
That child who lay at Mary’s knee;
How strange that every child seems so much like him:
His is the face I seem to see