Burning rags over an open fire
In the alley, that's my home
Christmas is a time for family and friends,
But it's a lonely time for some

Not too many know the coldness of a winter night
On these bitter, windswept streets
I am lucky just to have some kind of wrap
And something on my head and feet

You think that Santa's on his way?
You think his reindeer would come down a street so grey?
My mother told me when I was a child
That God would surely bless the meek and mild

And so I'm sending up a little prayer
And hope that someone hears me, too
Bless those that don't have much on this snowy eve
Good night, and I thank you