I was a boy of not quite twenty
Nicholas was tall and gaunt
He rolled the streets of plenty
He walked the streets of want
One night he heard through a window
The tears of a bride -to -be
She was a child of a poor man's widow
She was destined for slavery
But as the first white wisps of snow fell
On the morn of the birth of Christ
enough to answer freedom's price.
And if you believe in heaven,
you must believe that Nicholas lives.
And the name of the child of Christmas
Is the name in which he gives
Nicholas was watched by others,
and they began to do the same
For they had been reminded
of why it was that the Christ child came
And if you believe in heaven,
you must believe that Nicholas lives
An d the name of the child of Christmas
is the name in which he gives
Now aged in legend living
He wears a beard and a winter's robe
Nations have joined his giving
So he has touched the globe
And if you believe in heaven
And the name of the child of Christmas
Is the name in which he gives
And the name of the child of Christmas
is the name in which he gives.
4.9
