| A child of love is walkin' thro' the San Franciscan night
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| He’s barefoot and his eyes are open wide with heavenly light
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| His head is covered over with leaves of darkest red
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| He drinks the milk of paradise and on honey dew has fed
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| O my tiny hands are frozen won’t you give me bread to eat
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| My father is St. Francis and there’s snow upon my feet
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| O Joseph what’s the knockin' in the howlin' wind without
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| Is it the rain or what that’s strikin' fear into my heart
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| O Mary calm your mind while I open up the door
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| If it be beggars or gypsy sellers they won’t’t come back no more
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| O my tiny hands are frozen won’t you give me bread to eat
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| My father is St. Francis and there’s snow upon my feet
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| O Joseph there’s that call again pray go and let him in
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| We have a litte wine to spare if he be tired and thin
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| O Mary where’s your sense I have to work both night and day
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| For you and all our childrens sakes I’ll drive the child away
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| O my tiny hands are frozen won’t you give me bread to eat
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| My father is St. Francis and there’s snow upon my feet
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| His head is covered over with leaves of darkest red
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| He drinks the milk of paradise and on honey dew has fed
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| O Joseph my love has died with this cruel deed of yours
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| Take care my man for you did drive an angel from your door
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| A child of love is walkin' thro' the San Franciscan night
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| He’s barefoot and his eyes are open wide with heavenly light
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| His head is covered over with leaves of darkest red
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| He drinks the milk of paradise and on honey dew has fed |