Anaïs Mitchell
Song of the Magi
when we camewe came through the coldwe came bearing gifts of goldand frankincense and myrrhand there were trumpets playingthere were angels looking downon a west bank townand he so loved the world! wore we then our warmest capeswore we then our walking shoesopened wide the city gatesand let us through a child is bornborn in Bethlehemborn in a cattle pena child is born on the killing floorand still he no crying makesstill as the air is helying so prayerfully therewaiting for the warwelcome home, my childyour home is a checkpoint nowyour home is a border townwelcome to the brawlLetras de cancioneslife ain't fair, my childput your hands in the air, my childslowly now, single file, nowup against the wall wear we now our warmest coatswear we now our walking shoesopen wide the gates of hopeand let us through when we camewe came through the coldwe came bearing gifts of goldand frankincense and myrrhand there were shepherds prayingthere were lions laying downwith the lambs in a west bank townand he so loved the world!
From Letras Mania