Not born to the forest are we
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Not born to the plain
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To the grass and the shadowed tree
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And the splashing of rain.
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Only the sand we know
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And the cloudless sky,
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The mirage and the deep-sunk well
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And stars on high
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To the sound of our bells we came
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With huge soft stride
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Kings riding upon our backs
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And the slave's at our side
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Out of the east brought on by a dream of a star
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Seeking the hills and the groves
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Where the fixed towns are.
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Our goal was no palace gate
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No temple of old
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But a child in his mother's lap
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In the cloudy cold
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The olives were windy and white
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Dust swirled through the town
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As all in their royal robes
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Our masters knelt down
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Then back to the dessert we paced in our phantom state
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And faded again int he sands
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That are secret as fate-
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Portents of glory and danger our dark shadows lay
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At the feet of the babe in the manger
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And then drifted away...
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The Song of the Camels
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| Amy Grant |
