Текст песни Ridin' Down the Trail (To Find a King) - Michael Martin Murphey, Kyle Dillingham

Ridin' Down the Trail (To Find a King)

We three kings of orient are\nBearing gifts we traverse afar\nWe mounted up and headed toward the west\nWe rode throughout the night with little rest\nOur destination was unknown\nThe three of us rode on alone\nWe put our tracking skills up to the test\nWe rode across the hills and canyons deep\nThrough burning desert sands and mountains steep\nOur destination was unclear\nWe pushed ahead ignoring fear\nExcitement making up for lack of sleep\nRide, ride, keep on ridin'\nRidin' down the trail to find a king\nRide, ride, keep on ridin'\nRidin' down the trail to find a king\nFolks tell us 'bout a village up ahead\nWhere a baby boy was born inside a shed\nA humble birth for any king\nNo royal robes or diamond rings\nNo jeweled crown upon his tiny head\nWe leave our gifts and bid the family well\nAnd promise them that we will never tell\nAbout the child’s whereabouts\nWe go back home by different routes\nWith joy and peace within our hearts as well\nRide, ride, keep on ridin'\nRidin' down the trail to find a king\nRide, ride, keep on ridin'\nRidin' down the trail to find a king\nRide, ride, keep on ridin'\nRidin' down the trail to find a king\nRide, ride, keep on ridin'\nRidin' down the trail to find a king\nRidin' down the trail… to find a king!