Lyrics

Crowded street, busy feet, hustle by him Downtown shoppers, Christmas is nigh And 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'd better hurry, my how time does fly And 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 Oh, pretty paper, pretty ribbons of blue Should you stop, better not, much too busy You'd better hurry, my how time does fly And 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 Oh, pretty paper, pretty ribbons of blue