"Dear children,' they asked in every town
Three kings from the land of the sun,
"Which is the road to Bethlehem?'
But neither the old nor the young

Could tell, and the kings rode on;
Their guide was a star in the air
Of gold, which glittered ahead of them,
So clear, so clear.

The star stood still over Joseph's house.
They all of them stepped in;
The good ox lowed and the little child cried,
And the kings began to sing.