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 gracefull 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