I wonder as I wander out under the sky, how Jesus the Saviour did come for to die for poor ord'n'ry people like you and like I. I wonder as I wander out under the sky. When Mary birthed Jesus, 'twas in a cow's stall with wise men and farmers and shepherds and all. But high from God's heaven a star's light did fall, and the promise of ages it did then recall. If Jesus had wanted for any wee thing, a star in the sky, or a bird on the wing, or all of God's angels in heav'n for to sing, he surely could have it, 'cause he was the King.