when we came we came through the cold we came bearing gifts of gold and frankincense and myrrh and there were trumpets playing there were angels looking down on a west bank town and he so loved the world wore we then our warmest capes wore we then our walking shoes open wide the city gates and let us through a child is born born in bethlehem born in a cattle pen a child is born on the killing floor and still he no crying makes still as the air is he lying so prayerfully there waiting for the war welcome home my child your home is a checkpoint now your home is a border town welcome to the brawl life ain t fair my child put your hands in the air my child slowly now single file now up against the wall wear we now our warmest coats wear we now our walking shoes open wide the gates of hope and let us through when we came we came through the cold we came bearing gifts of gold and frankincense and myrrh and there were shepherds praying there were lions laying down with the lambs in a west bank town and he so loved the world 