Coming from the orient seas,
You left by the number of three,
To Jerusalem.

Driven by an epiphany,
In search of something deep,
That may leave you with freedom.

King Hérode said to you
For as long as you stay true
You’ll find, what you are wanting for.

Guided by a shooting star
On the road to Bethlehem
You’ll find, what you are seeking for.

If there is a true king there,
It will be under the stars,
In a ranch that’s full of life

You will find a child there
Whom you shall bow to and adore
And I’ll adore him too

And be careful the road is winding
You may ride the all night long,
Until the dawn.

Bring three presents down with you;
You might bring gold, incense and perfume,
And give them to the new born Man.