I heard a knock upon my door Midnight christmas Eve
half asleep I hurried down, my visitor to receive
at first I thought no one was there then all at once I saw
a little baby lying there, crying there at my door
I took the baby in my arms in the winter's night
The church bells never rang so clear, the stars never shown so bright
and as I gazed upon the face of the foundling child
it seemed the angles on my tree looked down at me and smiled
I thougth about the Holy Child that christmas long ago
and that was when I saw the note lying there in teh snow
"Please whoever finds my child, be good to him and kind
God bless you," that was all it said
Mary, it was signed.