Riding Out



Riding out across the desert, travelling over sandy plains,
Comes a company of wise men, moving steadily along their way.
Leaving all their friends behind them, guided by a star so bright,
Now they've got to keep on going, must not let the star get out of sight.

Riding through the desert gently the wise men go,
Onward to the King, who, was promised long ago.
But they don't know where they're going to find him
There's many towns to search, so they'll keep on following the star,
For it will take them to his place of birth.

Wise men on their desert journey, travelled many miles so far,
Though they're getting tired and weary, town of Bethlehem is not too far.
How they long to worship Jesus, and honour him with royal gifts,
Hearts are full of joy and wonder, as they're searching for the new born King.

Riding through the desert gently the wise men go,
Onward to the King, who, was promised long ago.
But they don't know where they're going to find him
There's many towns to search, so they'll keep on following the star,
For it will take them to his place of birth.