March Of The Three Kings 3 Lyrics

1. On the march we saw three monarchs proud,
The fabled wise men with their trappings gay and brilliant;
Marching on the road to Bethlehem,
They bore rich gifts to greet the Holy Child.
The din of drums at the dawn's first beam
Proclaimed the pow'r of the sages from the eastern land,
The blare of trumps and the sound of fifes,
Announced their coming in the cool gray dawn.