The Wiseman

By: Piet Veerman / Nail Che

Far to the east, Lord
I see`em in my mind
They carrie 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  
Oh oh I was silently watchin the stable
And for me all the figures inside came alive

They moved in silence
With feelin`s so sure
Their garmensts all shinin
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
Oh. I was silently watchin` the stable
And for me all the figures inside came alive

They do not change, Lord
They`re each year the same
They got no future
But only their name
I know their mem`ry
It won`t fade away
Never endein`there journay
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 watchin` the stable
And for me all the figures inside came alive