The Wise Man - The Cats

Far to the east, Lord, I see them in my mind

They carry in their hands for what they must find

They come in each year, Lord, today in one place

Within their faces, what they shall face

I will always remember the end of December

How I went to the chapel as a child

Oho, I was silently watching the stable

And for me all the figures inside came alive

They moved in silence with feeling’s so sure

Their garmensts all shining so bright and pure

Like figures of marble and all set with gold

Their graceful features so noble and cold

I will always remember the end of December

How I went to the chapel as a child

Oho, I was silently watching the stable

And for me all the figures inside came alive

They do not change, Lord, they’re each year the same

They’ve got no future but only their name

I know their memory, it won’t fade away

Never ending there journey, never meanin' to stay

I will always remember the end of December

How I went to the chapel as a child

Oh, I was silently watching the stable

And for me all the figures inside came alive