Pretty Paper
Pretty paper, pretty ribbons of blueWrap your presents to your darling from youPretty pencils to write I love youPretty paper, pretty ribbons of blue
Crowded street, busy feet, hustle by himDowntown shoppers, Christmas is nighThere he sits all alone on the sidewalkHoping that you won't pass him by
Should you stop, better not, much too busyYou're in a hurry, my how time does flyIn the distance the ringing of laughterAnd in the midst of the laughter he cries
Pretty paper, pretty ribbons of blueWrap your presents to your darling from youPretty pencils to write I love youPretty paper, pretty ribbons of blue