A child of love is walking through the San Francisco night
His bare foot and his eyes are white with heavenly light
His head is covered over with leaves of darkest red
He drinks the milk of paradise and on honeydew has fed
Oh my tiny hands are frozen,
won't you give me bread to eat?
My father is St. Francis and there's snow upon my feet
Oh Joseph,
what's that knocking in the howling wind without?
Is it the rain or what?
It's striking fear into my heart
Oh Mary, calm your mind while I open up the door
If it be beggars or gypsy sellers,
they won't come back no more
Oh my tiny hands are frozen,
won't you give me bread to eat?
Oh Joseph, there's that call again,
pray go and let him in
We have a little
wine to spare
if he be tired and thin
Oh Mary,
where's your sense?
I have to work all night and day
So for you and all our children's sakes,
I'll send the child away
Oh my tiny hands are frozen,
won't you give me bread to eat?
His bare foot and his eyes are white with heavenly light
His head is covered over
with
leaves of darkest red
He drinks the milk of
paradise and on
honeydew has fed
Oh Joseph,
my love has died with this cruel deed of yours
Take care my man,
for you did drive an angel from your door
A child of love is walking
through the San Francisco night
His bare foot and his eyes are white with heavenly light
His head is covered over with leaves of darkest red
He drinks the milk of paradise and on honeydew has fed