The Magi - Peter Yarrow

The Magi - Peter Yarrow Oh the magi were the prophets And they wandered through the desert They saw the star above them And they knew they’d find their way Through the valley of the shadow With the hope of human kindness They were strengthened by the vision Of a new and brighter day. And the wisemen spoke of peace on earth, Of harmony and struggle Know you now a cycle’s gone and a new one is revealed. In the weaving of your fingers In the whisper of a love that’s born again In the weaving of your fingers In a promise that we made that never ends. Well now each man is a pilgrim, Yes, we all must make the journey And it seems that time is telling us to be all that we can To help lift up the fallen, we must sow the seeds of goodness The torch is passed among us now to light the way of man. For the heart of man’s a palace And his dreams are as the sunlight They burn away the darkness, as they warm the freezing cold As an eagle flying higher, as a river through the canyon The diamond star shines down upon, a pathway to the soul And the wisemen spoke of peace on earth, Of harmony and struggle Know you now a cycle’s gone and a new one is revealed. In the weaving of your fingers In the whisper of a love that’s born again In the weaving of your fingers In a promise that we made that never ends. And the wisemen spoke of peace on earth, Of harmony and struggle Know you now a cycle’s gone and a new one is revealed. In the weaving of your fingers In the whisper of a love that’s born again In the weaving of your fingers In a promise that we made that never ends. In a promise that we made that never ends. In a promise that we made that never ends.