The whole, wide world, turned selfless for a day,
Lays down its gifts beneath the Christmas fir,
And, strangely, touched by memory of a star,
Each gift is gold and frankincense and myrrh.

The whole, wide world, turned selfless for a day,
Lays down its gifts beneath the Christmas fir,
And, strangely, touched by memory of a star,
Each gift is gold and frankincense and myrrh.