In the dessert where the stars are bright
And constellations rule your life
Long ago three kings set out
To follow a peculiar light
What did they see up in the sky
That made them take leave of their land?
And carry gifts on camel back
Of the years of endless sand
Through cloudless days and cloudless nights
The bells upon the camel ring
And the wind played on rips of sand
It must be the voices of angels singing
Gold to crown His loftiness
Myrrh for the man upon his death
Frankincense for godliness
Black smoke eyed that starts tonight
Minds explode in golden sand
Underground black waters flow
In Afghan fields, the poppies grow
Gold to crown His loftiness
Myrrh for the man upon his death
Frankincense for godliness

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