I like this Carol Song) And Rod Stewart is so charming)))

We three kings of Orient are

Bearing gifts we traverse afar.

Field and fountain, moor and mountain,

Following yonder star.

O star of wonder, star of night,

Star with royal beauty bright,

Westward leading, still proceeding,

Guide us to thy perfect Light.

Born a king on Bethlehem's plain,

Gold I bring to crown Him again,

King forever, ceasing never

Over us all to reign.

Frankincense to offer have I.

Incense owns a Deity nigh.

Prayer and praising all men raising,

Worship Him, God on high.

Myrrh is mine: Its bitter perfume

Breaths a life of gathering gloom.

Sorrowing, sighing, bleeding dying,

Sealed in the stone-cold tomb.

Glorious now behold Him arise,

King and God and Sacrifice.

Alleluia, alleluia!

Sounds through the earth and skies.

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Да, и словарик к песне (я много слов не знала, а некоторые подзабылись):

Traverse - ход, гл.  пересекать, перемещаться(travel across or through)

Afar – издалека

Moor – моховое болото (или вересковая пустошь)

To rein – править

Сeasing never– непрекращающийся, на все времена (в моей интерпретации)));

Cease– прекращать

Thy – твой (что для меня стало открытием))), как вариант  your

Westward – на запад( наречие)

Frankincense – ладан (он же incense)

Myrrh– мирра

Gloom – мрак

Sorrowing – печальный

Sighing – вздох, дуновение

Bleeding – полный жалости

Sealed – запечатанный