And I sing of the wind on a warm summer's night
Or the way the sand sparkles in cold starry light
Oh child, do you realize how fair is your earth?
No goft I could bring thee that would equal its worth

I am the last wise man my home it is far
But my purpose in coming burns bright as a star
To praise God's creation so that others might share
In the wond'rous earthly treasure he left within our care

And I'll sing of great fishes that abound in the sea
And the nightingale's voice in yon pomegranate tree
Or of crystal pure water from a deep earthen well
Gifts more precious than frankincense too numerous to tell

We are the last wise men we haven't a star
And the gifts we can offer him lie right where we are
We are the last wise men we haven't a star
And the gifts we can offer him lie right where we are

© by Bobbie Wayne