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