The Oak Ridge Boys — Beneath The Christmas Tree

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