A New Born Baby - The Cats

There were always snowflakes falling down

Slowly whirling lazily landing on the ground

On our way to church on christmas night

That’s about how things are printed in my mind

When I was young snowflakes were whiter

On those Christmas nights, those Christmas nights

Safely gliding 'cross the snow at daddy’s hand

In a white world, asking million things like small boys can

From the churchbell tower trumpets used to play

The well known old tunes, through the cold finding their way

When I was young old tunes were younger

On those Christmas nights, those Christmas nights

A new born baby he was my brother and in another way my Lord

The virgin lady, she was my mother

'Cause only small boys can afford to be so close to God

We went early to make sure a view

On the stable aiming for the first or second view

Joseph always seemed to wink his eye

Just for me alone.

and daddy told me not to lie

When I was young statues were living

On those Christmas nights those Christmas nights

A new born baby he was my brother and another way my Lord

The virgin lady she was my mother

Cause only small boys can afford to be so close to God