The Wanderer's Drum

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[Verse]
To Bethlehem the wanderer roams
Oh roads so far to go
A drum upon his shoulder lies
Echoes soft and low
"Come
" they said
"to see the child where desert stars align
"
Shared through whispers
Ancient cold
Their tales a guiding sign

[Chorus]
"Kings of Orient
" they'd scream aloud
"Bearing gifts
They traverse sound!"
They thrice declared the royal quest
With voices raw and fierce
The strange harmonies that pierce

[Verse 2]
Hearts aligned where strangers stay
The little drum to play
A distant pulse that tells the world of love born on this day
Gold
And myrrh
And frankincense in humble offerings
The monarchs' long and traveled path
The lone drummer sings

[Chorus]
"Kings of Orient
" they'd scream aloud
"Travel hard upon the shroud!"
With voices breaking through the night
Where shadows fierce do go
An ancient serenade below

[Verse 3]
In the gentle candle's glow
Under roofs of hay
The toddler in his simple bed knows not the price he'll pay
Songs are sung and whispers shared in customs old and stark
Messages that drift along and settle in the dark

[Chorus]
"Kings of Orient
" they'd scream and wail
"Gifts of ages do prevail!"
Their cries enriched the winter night where mystery found its home
Beneath the stars where wise men roam