Little David was our son, born on Christmas day

Blind at birth he never saw the harp his fingers played

The harp that came that day he was born, from where we just don't know

A harp like none you've ever seen before, solid gold.



Little David learned to play it at such an early age

No one has to teach him, he just learned it right away

And he would styare at this TV as his hands moves 'cross the strings

And when he played it seemed to be you could hear the angels sing.



He was 4 then he was 5 and then he was 6 years old

And the songs he played on his harp was something to behold

There was something heavenly in the way that David smiled

Little David was so different from the average child.



And then there was a storm on Christmas morning

And the snow brought such a chill little David, 7 now lays quiet

And still his hands reach out to touch his harp gently rested

The angels came for him that night and on the 7th year he rested.



Little David's playing now in God's angel band

He's gone home to Heaven now the way that it was planned

But on his birthday every year which falls on Christmas day 

All through the house we hear the harp that little David played...