Andy Williams — The Wind The Sand and the Star

Beneath the cold, cold desert moon The lonely three have travelled far Across the endless moving dunes Following the wind, the sand and the star The wind grew still The moon grew pale And lo' an angel spoke to them Follow ye that bright star's trail to the little town of Bethlehem Follow ye the wind Follow ye the sand Follow ye the star Go to the holy land For on this night a child is born And in a manger, safely sleeps And though with travel she is worn Still his gеntle mother vigil keeps So follow ye thе wind Follow ye the sand Follow ye the star Ye shall find the holy land (Follow ye the wind Follow ye the sand Follow ye the star)