| Far to the east, Lord, I see them in my mind
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| They carry in their hands for what they must find
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| They come in each year, Lord, today in one place
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| Within their faces, what they shall face
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| I will always remember the end of December
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| How I went to the chapel as a child
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| Oho, I was silently watching the stable
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| And for me all the figures inside came alive
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| They moved in silence with feeling’s so sure
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| Their garmensts all shining so bright and pure
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| Like figures of marble and all set with gold
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| Their graceful features so noble and cold
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| I will always remember the end of December
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| How I went to the chapel as a child
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| Oho, I was silently watching the stable
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| And for me all the figures inside came alive
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| They do not change, Lord, they’re each year the same
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| They’ve got no future but only their name
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| I know their memory, it won’t fade away
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| Never ending there journey, never meanin' to stay
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| I will always remember the end of December
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| How I went to the chapel as a child
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| Oh, I was silently watching the stable
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| And for me all the figures inside came alive |