A child of love is walkin' thro' the San Franciscan night
He's barefoot and his eyes are open wide with heavenly light
His head is covered over with leaves of darkest red
He drinks the milk of paradise and on honeydew has fed
O 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.

O Joseph what's the knockin' in the howlin' wind without
Is it the rain or what that's strikin' fear into my heart
O Mary calm your mind while I open up the door
If it be beggars or gypsy sellers they won't come back no more

O 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.

O 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
O 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

A child of love is walkin' thro' the San Francisco night
He's barefoot and his eyes are wide with heavenly light

O 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.

His head is covered over with leaves of darkest red
He drinks the milk of paradise and on honeydew has fed
O 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 walkin' thro' the San Francisco night
He's barefoot and his eyes are wide with heavenly light
His head is covered over with leaves of darkest red
He drinks the milk of paradise and on honeydew has fed


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