We three kings of orient are Bearing gifts we traverse afar We mounted up and headed toward the west We rode throughout the night with little rest Our destination was unknown The three of us rode on alone We put our tracking skills up to the test We rode across the hills and canyons deep Through burning desert sands and mountains steep Our destination was unclear We pushed ahead ignoring fear Excitement making up for lack of sleep Ride, ride, keep on ridin' Ridin' down the trail to find a king Ride, ride, keep on ridin' Ridin' down the trail to find a king Folks tell us 'bout a village up ahead Where a baby boy was born inside a shed A humble birth for any king No royal robes or diamond rings No jeweled crown upon his tiny head We leave our gifts and bid the family well And promise them that we will never tell About the child's whereabouts We go back home by different routes With joy and peace within our hearts as well Ride, ride, keep on ridin' Ridin' down the trail to find a king Ride, ride, keep on ridin' Ridin' down the trail to find a king Ride, ride, keep on ridin' Ridin' down the trail to find a king Ride, ride, keep on ridin' Ridin' down the trail to find a king Ridin' down the trail... to find a king!