| A bright star in the winter sky |
| Led to Bethlehem that night |
| But only three traveled there to see |
| And the rest just wished they might |
| Few will chose to follow |
| Out of all the star invites |
| Most will hide safe inside |
| With the lantern turned up bright |
| Waiting for a miracle |
| The journey was a long one |
| So the story’s told |
| These three guys, walking side by side |
| With their incense and gold |
| People all along the highway |
| They just shook their heads |
| They looked hard at that distant star |
| And went back to bed |
| 'Cause they were |
| Waiting for a miracle |
| The star was dim and distant |
| To those who stayed at home |
| But every heart that follows |
| Behold a light was shone |
| Hark the herald angels sing |
| The song is bright and clear |
| It’s so quiet on this road tonight |
| As the travelers' star appears |
| But right outside my window |
| Quiet as can be All that time making up my mind |
| The angels wait for me Waiting for a miracle |