THE HOUSE ON THE HILL

THE HOUSE ON THE HILL, IS A DARK GLOOMY PLACE,
BUT FOR SOME IT'S A PLACE TO CALL HOME.
WAIFS AND STRAYS GET LEFT ON THE DOORSTEP,
BY PARENTS WITH NO HOMES OF THEIR OWN.

THE ORPHANAGE IS IT'S SUNDAY NAME, CRAMMED FULL OF NAMELESS KIDS,
STARVED IN THEIR BELLIES AND STARVED OF LOVE, WHAT CRIME DID THEY COMMIT.
THEY WAIT THERE FOR SOMEONE TO GIVE THEM A HOME, AND THE DREAM DOES COME TRUE FOR SOME,
WHILST THE REST DRY THEIR TEARS, RESIGNED TO THE FACT, TILL THEY'RE SIXTEEN THIS WILL HOME.

BUT ONCE EVERY CHRISTMAS THEIR TEARS TURN TO SMILES, AND THEIR HAPPY LAUGHTER IS HEARD,
WHEN ALONG COMES THIS STRANGER DECKED OUT IN RED, WITH A GREAT BULGING SACK, AND A COTTON WOOL BEARD.
THE CHILDREN CROWD ROUND HIM AS HE OPENS HIS SACK,
'GENTLY' SAYS HE .' NOW DON'T RUSH'.

THERE IS SOMETHING FOR EVERY ONE OF YOU, LET THE LITTLE ONES THROUGH NOW, DON'T PUSH'.
THEIR SMILES BRING A GLOW ON THEIR FACES, OF TEARS THERE ISN'T A TRACE,
BUT THEY DO NOT SEE THE TEARS TRICKLE DOWN, THIS OLD MANS WRINKLED FACE,
FOR HE KNEW HOW IT FELT TO BE LEFT ALL ALONE, THIS PLACE WAS HIS HOME LONG AGO.

HE READS IN THEIR EYES THE DESPERATE DESPAIR , BUT TRYS HARD TO NOT LET IT SHOW.
SO POOR AS HE IS, THIS STRANGER IN RED, EACH WEEK, PUTS HIS PENSION AWAY,
SO THAT HE CAN COME BACK TO THIS DESOLATE HOME, AND BRING LOVE TO THESE KIDS FOR A DAY….