The murder of the children of san francisco lyrics

Artist  : Oldfield sally 
Song : The murder of the children of san francisco
 
Oldfield
A child of love is walkin' thro' the San
Franciscan night
He's barefoot and his eyes are open wide with
heavenly light
His head is covered over with leaves of darkest
red
He drinks the milk of paradise and on honey dew
has fed
O my tiny hands are frozen won't you give me
bread to eat
My father is St.Francis and there's snow upon my
feet.
O Joseph what's the knockin' in the howlin' wind
without
Is it the rain or what that's strikin' fear into
my heart
O Mary calm your mind while I open up the door
If it be beggars or gypsy sellers they wont't
come back no more
O my tiny hands are frozen won't you give me
bread to eat
My father is St.Francis and there's snow upon my
feet.
O Joseph there's that call again pray go and let
him in
We have a litte wine to spare if he be tired and
thin
O Mary where's your sense I have to work both
night and day
For you and all our childrens sakes I'll drive
the child away
O my tiny hands are frozen won't you give me
bread to eat
My father is St.Francis and there's snow upon my
feet.
His head is covered over with leaves of darkest
red
He drinks the milk of paradise and on honey dew
has fed
O Joseph my love has died with this cruel deed of
yours
Take care my man for you did drive an angel from
your door
A child of love is walkin' thro' the San
Franciscan night
He's barefoot and his eyes are open wide with
heavenly light
His head is covered over with leaves of darkest
red
He drinks the milk of paradise and on honey dew
has fed