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