Crowded streets
Busy feet
Hustle by him
Downtown shoppers
Christmas is night

There he sits
All alone
On the sidewalk
Hoping that you won´t
Pass him by

Should you stop
Better not
Much too busy
You´re in a hurry
My, how time does fly

In the distance
The ringing of laughter
And in the midst
Of the laughter
He cries

Pretty paper
Pretty ribbons of blue
Wrap your presents
To your darling
From you

Pretty pencils
To write "I love you"

Pretty paper
Pretty ribbons
Of blue
Pretty blue