Beneath The Christmas Tree - The Oak Ridge Boys

I stopped to see the great fir tree that stood within the square

I watched it’s sparkling lights shine through the cold and snowy air

Then some movement caught my eye below it’s branches green

I wondered what could be there beneath the Christmas tree

Then I saw a little boy with tangled, golden curls

And blue eyes dancing full of life

Though life had been so cruel

He said, «Tonight's the night Santa comes

I hope he comes to me

And sees me just as you did beneath the Christmas tree

Silent night, oh holy night

How clearly, Lord, I see

But for Thy Grace it could be me

There beneath the Christmas tree

Somewhere bells were ringing as I slipped off my coat

Wrapped it 'round his shoulders and held his body close

On the night that Christ was born there’s no way I could leave

This cold and hungry orphan boy beneath the Christmas tree

Silent night, oh holy night

I took him home with me

But for Thy Grace, it could be me

There beneath the Christmas tree