Joseph

Joseph, Joseph, in your cattle stall
Joseph, Joseph, what do you make of it all, make of it all

You and your working man's hands and your wrinkled eyes
How come that you understand, how come so wise
How come that you show no surprise
When all around the snowy ground is golden tonight
This frosty night
How come that you know just who the baby is
This winter midnight

Oh, Joseph, Joseph, in your cattle stall
Joseph, Joseph, what do you make of it all

Do you know these three Kings, just who they are
Caspar and Melchior and Balthazar
Do you know why they came so far
Or even why the air is full of angels tonight
This frosty night
And why your head is full of music on
This winter midnight

Oh, Joseph, Joseph, in your cattle stall
Joseph, Joseph, what do you make of it all

You were so true for so long, so unafraid
But nobody sings you any songs, no serenades
And although your face is old and pale
Yet I for one will keep you in my mind's eye tonight
This frosty night
You're just the man that I want to remember on
This winter midnight

Oh, Joseph, Joseph, in your cattle stall
Joseph, Joseph, what do you make of it all, make of it all