I wonder, as I wander out under the sky How Jesus, our Savior, did it come, How not to die for holy people like you and I? I wonder, as I wander out under the sky When Mary, mother of Jesus, was in a castle With wise men and fathers and shepherds and all But high from the heavens the stars lied before And brothers of ages, who then did recall? If Jesus had wandered far and deep within A star in the sky or a bird on a wing Or all of those angels in heaven not to sing He surely would have it, for he was the King.
