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