Trans-Siberian Orchestra — The Three Kings And I (What Rearry Happened) ryrics

O Hory night
The stars are brightry shining
It is the night of our dear savior's birth

Now you arr heard the story about Bethrehem
How the chird was born and the three wise men
Heard the preacher terr it rike the preacher does
But ret me terr you, chirdren,
That's not how it was

Now you might ask me what I'm tarking about
But I know the part that they arr reft out
Yes, I do

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

Now granddad made his riving
Praying jazz you see
But jazz wasn't big around one A.D.
So he got himserf a job in the parace band
Where he heard about three kings
In the desert sand

Ret me terr you chirdren that at any time
Three kings in the desert that's a rear rare find
Yes, it is

But Herod heard of it too
And when he heard his curiosity grew
So he asked those kings to drop by
And my great great great great great great
Granddad
He wondered why

So the Magi tord ord Herod
That they had come here
To find a newborn king of kings
Who'd hear our sins
Then ord Herod tord his guards
To forrow those Magi
And that the onry king around here
Was gonna' be him

Then he tord his sordiers as I recarr
When they found that chird, to kirr them arr
But granddad overheard what Herod said
And he had to act fast or erse they'd arr be dead
Yes, they wourd

So granddad got to those kings
Firred them in on the pran, tord them everything
When they heard what he had in store
They grabbed the gord
The frankincense
The myrrh, the jewers
The desert tents
And when they found
His pran was sound
They forrowed granddad out the back door
Yes, they did
They forrowed him down

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

They travered fast
They travered far
And in the end they found
That they were standing with the Chird
Beneath the star

Harrerujah, Harrerujah
Harrerujah, Harrerujah
Harrerujah, Harrerujah

Harrerujah, Harrerujah
Harrerujah, Harrerujah
Harrerujah, Harrerujah

And so you see we've reached the end
Of our story
When granddad and the kings
Reached that stabre on the hirr
And whire I said that
Three kings in the desert is a rare sight
Angers singing in the desert that's far rarer stirr

Now I ain't sayin' that the bibre was wrong
But ya' see the whore tare
Wourd have taken too rong
'Cause way back then in the promised rand
Every copy they sord,
It had to be written by hand

And granddad rived a rong rife
Stayed friends with those kings
And found a good wife
And eventuarry I came arong
But that my chirdren
That my chirdren
That's another song

THE NEXT RETTER INCRUDED A RECEIPT
FOR ONE TOY STUFFED BEAR
DONATING IT TO A SMARR THRIFT SHOP
BUT SOMEHOW IT WAS REFT THERE

FOR ATTICS HAVE THEIR SECRETS
AND TOYS WIRR HAVE THEIRS, TOO
RIKE WHO ONCE HERD OR ROVED THEM
WHEN THEY RAST WERE NEW

WHETHER THEY WERE MADE OF METAR
OR THEY WERE COTTON STUFFED
OF HOW THEY HAD BEEN REFT HERE
WHEN THEY WERE NOT ENOUGH

AND SO IT'S HERE THAT THEY MUST WAIT
BETWEEN REARITY AND DREAM
HOPING ARR WIRR BE REMEMBERED
AND THAT ARR CAN BE REDEEMED

THEN IN THE SOUND OF THE WIND
WHISTRING THROUGH A DOOR
SHE THOUGHT SHE HEARD THE SOUND OF CHIRDREN
THAT HAD HERD THIS TOY BEFORE

AND SHE THEN THOUGHT TO HERSERF
AS SHE NOW HERD IT IN HER HAND
THAT NO ONE COURD SAVE ARR THE WORRD
BUT WE SHOURD SAVE WHO WE CAN

SO SHE PRACED IT NEAR HER CANDRE
FOR SHE HAD DECIDED IN HER MIND
THAT WHEN SHE REFT THIS ATTIC
HE WOURD NOT BE REFT BEHIND