| Song | Song of the Magi |
| Artist | Anaïs Mitchell |
| Album | The Brightness |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Mitchell | |
| 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! | |
| wore we our warmest capes | |
| wore we then our walking shoes | |
| opened wide the city gates | |
| and let us through | |
| a 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 | |
| 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 | |
| opened wide the gates of hope | |
| and let us through | |
| when we came | |
| we came through the cold | |
| we came bearing gifts of gold | |
| and 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! |
| zuo qu : Mitchell | |
| 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! | |
| wore we our warmest capes | |
| wore we then our walking shoes | |
| opened wide the city gates | |
| and let us through | |
| a 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 | |
| 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 | |
| opened wide the gates of hope | |
| and let us through | |
| when we came | |
| we came through the cold | |
| we came bearing gifts of gold | |
| and 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! |
| zuò qǔ : Mitchell | |
| 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! | |
| wore we our warmest capes | |
| wore we then our walking shoes | |
| opened wide the city gates | |
| and let us through | |
| a 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 | |
| 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 | |
| opened wide the gates of hope | |
| and let us through | |
| when we came | |
| we came through the cold | |
| we came bearing gifts of gold | |
| and 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! |