Slippers for a cradle now you can sleep for here 
is a place where your dreams you can keep 
Where with pretty toys you can pretend 
and a mother ?s love you can depend 
There in the street the snow it runs deep 
but here in your cradle you sleep 
trash on the street a bare headed waif 
Presents and sweets and all you desire 
and most of all a big open fire 
Sippers for a cradle now you ?re warm 
no longer lost lost and forlorn 
Around you you feel the warm glow 
of love for mother, father and god above