Show me something worse Than a child outside a church Begging with a cardboard box In a heartless town that hurts and mocks And on a chair anywhere I will sit down and cry And close my eyes
Against the Christmas windows Here in Christmas town A young girl rests her tattered head And the festive lights shine down
And if she were a kitten Someone would take her home But we've no pity for our own kind Our hearts are stone Our eyes are blind
Show me something more Than the wolf at the door All the begging in the cold To keep the wolf from the fold
Show me something more Than the an honest girl turned thief or wore Under African sun or Dublin rain Necessities remain the same
On the roof the old wood shed The moon rested its pale head Cost a woman on a screen Who saw same things she'd never seen And on a chair in a hospital She sat down and cried And close her eyes
Show me something more Than the wolf at the door All the begging in the cold To keep the wolf from the fold
Show me something more Than the an honest girl turned thief or wore Under African sun or Dublin rain Necessities remain the sameTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
