The winter of 42
A young priest found you
Wrapped up tight and warm
No regards, no reward
"Who's baby blue?
Who cares for you?
Wheres your
Mother true?
Oh, baby blue"
Sang, joseph
Of course my boy
I'll take you in!
From the rain
From the wind
It is gods will
That brought me you
As my own. I'll love you true
"Who's baby blue?
Who cares for you?
Wheres your
Mother true?
Oh, baby blue"
Sang, joseph
