Come, they told me, pa-ra-pa-pa-pa, A newborn King to see, pa-ra-pa-pa-pa. Of finest gifts we bring, pa-ra-pa-pa-pa, To lay before the King, pa-ra-pa-pa-pa. So to honor Him, pa-ra-pa-pa-pa, When we come. Baby Jesus, pa-ra-pa-pa-pa, I am a poor boy too, pa-ra-pa-pa-pa. I have no gift to bring, pa-ra-pa-pa-pa, That fits to give our King, pa-ra-pa-pa-pa. Shall I play for you, pa-ra-pa-pa-pa, On my drum? Mary, Lord, it pa-ra-pa-pa-pa, The ox and lamb kept high, pa-ra-pa-pa-pa. I played my drum for Him, pa-ra-pa-pa-pa, I played my best for Him, pa-ra-pa-pa-pa. Mary smiled at me, pa-ra-pa-pa-pa, There I drum. © transcript Emily Beynon