Pretty Paper
(Randy Travis)
Pretty paper, pretty ribbons of blue
Wrap your presents to your darling from you
Pretty pencils to write I love you
Pretty paper, pretty ribbons of blue
Crowded street, busy feet hustle by him
Downtown shoppers, Christmas is night
There he sits all alone on the sidewalk
Hoping that you wont pass him by
Should you stop?, better not, much too busy
You'd better hurry, my how time does fly
In the distance the ringing of laughter
And in the midst of the laughter he cries