Why have you brought me myrrh
And frankincense and gold?
Lay at the feet of her
Whom you have loved of old
Your frankincense and gold?
I have brought frankincense
And myrrh and gold to you
From weary lands far hence
That I have journeyed through
To come at last to you.
I cannot take your gold
And frankincense and myrrh;
My heart was growing cold
While you were following her:
Take back your gold and myrrh.
Too late I come to you
With prayers of frankincense.
Pure gold, sweet myrrh, ye too,
Scorned, must go hence, far hence
As smoking frankincense.
