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O night
The are brightly shining
It is the night of our savior's birth

Now you all heard the about Bethlehem
How the child was and the three wise men
Heard the preacher it like the preacher does
But let me you, children,
not how it was

Now you ask me what I'm talking about
But I the part that they all left out

Now do you hear what I
That Herod wanted those men dead
But on that evening
My great great great great great granddad
He saved those

Now granddad his living
jazz you see
But wasn't big around one A.D.
So he got himself a job in the palace
Where he heard about three
In the sand

Let me you children that at any time
Three kings in the desert that's a real rare

But Herod of it too
And when he heard his curiosity
So he asked those kings to by
And my great great great great great

He why

So the Magi told old
they had come here
To find a king of kings
Who'd our sins
Then told his guards
To follow Magi
And that the only king around
Was be him

Then he his soldiers as I recall
When they that child, to kill them all
But overheard what Herod said
And he had to act fast or they'd all be dead

So granddad got to those
Filled them in on the plan, told them
When they heard he had in store
They grabbed the
The
The myrrh, the
The tents
And when found
His plan was
They followed granddad out the door

And what a
It have been
But God is on your side
You kinda' know in the end
gonna win

They fast
traveled far
And in the end they
That were standing with the Child
Beneath the

And so you see reached the end
Of our
granddad and the kings
Reached that on the hill
And I said that
Three kings in the desert is a rare
Angels in the desert that's far rarer still

Now I ain't sayin' that the was wrong
But ya' see the tale
Would taken too long
'Cause way back then in the land
Every they sold,
It had to be written by

And granddad a long life
Stayed friends those kings
And found a good
And eventually I came
But my children
That my
That's song

The next included a receipt
For one toy stuffed
Donating it to a small thrift
But somehow it was left

For attics have their
And toys will theirs, too
Like who once or loved them
they last were new

Whether they made of metal
Or were cotton stuffed
Or how had been left here
they were not enough

And so here that they must wait
reality and dream
Hoping all be remembered
And all can be redeemed

in the sound of the wind
Whistling a door
She thought she heard the sound of
That had held this toy

And she thought to herself
As she now it in her hand
no one could save all the world
But we should who we can

So she placed it near her
For she had in her mind
when she left this attic
He would not be left