I can almost touch the stars Filling up the night On their way around the world They stop their flight I can see the brightest star Dazzling in the west Three wise men follow With no time for rest And heaven can't be far From where we lie Heaven can't be far From where we lie Follow, follow Pilgrims follow To see the carpenters' child Born the king of angels He is meek and mild Son of Joseph Son of Mary Son of love He is born Son of all believers On this Christmas morn And heaven can't be far From where we lie Heaven can't be far From where we lie