I wonder as I wander
out under the sky,
how Jesus the Saviour
did come for to die
for poor ord'n'ry people
like you and like I.
I wonder as I wander
out under the sky.
When Mary birthed Jesus,
'twas in a cow's stall
with wise men and farmers
and shepherds and all.
But high from God's heaven
a star's light did fall,
and the promise of ages
it did then recall.
If Jesus had wanted
for any wee thing,
a star in the sky,
or a bird on the wing,
or all of God's angels
in heav'n for to sing,
he surely could have it,
'cause he was the King.
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