I see a light so brightly shining, woe
Shining over Bethlehem, woe, woe, woe, woe
I see a star so brightly shining, woe
Guiding us on to Bethlehem, woe, woe, woe, woe
We three kings of Orient are
Bearing gifts we travel so far
Fields and fountain, moor and mountain
Following yonder star
I see a light so brightly shining, woe
Shining over Bethlehem, woe, woe, woe, woe
I see a star so brightly shining, woe
Guiding us to Bethlehem, woe, woe, woe, woe
Born a king on Bethlehem's plain
Gold I bring to crown Him again
King forever, ceasing never
Over us all to reign
Myrrh is mine it's bitter perfume
Breaths a life of gathering gloom
Sorrowing, sighing, bleeding dying
Sealed in the stone-cold tomb
I see a light so brightly shining, woe
Shining over Bethlehem, woe, woe, woe, woe
I see a star so brightly shining, woe
Guiding us on to Bethlehem, woe, woe, woe, woe
Look all around and you will see
Signs that guide us to the Almighty
Follow the light that shines so brightly
To the one Who'll set us free
I see a light so brightly shining, woe
Shining over Bethlehem, woe, woe, woe, woe
I see a star so brightly shining, woe
Guiding us to Bethlehem, woe, woe, woe, woe