All the King's Horns - Sufjan Stevens

One Mother rises, pulling the sheets from the crib

All the disguises wandering stars, what She did

All the king’s horns, all the kings men

Saddled and worn, raise the dead

Holy, an Infant, He came to raise up the dead

Wandering wise men, what did you bring to His bed?

Shapeless surprises, incense to bring to the dead

Nothing is wrong, it’s what She did

All the king’s horns and the king’s men

Nothing is wrong, it’s what She did

All the king’s horns and the king’s men

Nothing is wrong, it’s what She did

All the king’s horns, raise the dead

Nothing is wrong, it’s what She did

All the king’s horns