Slippers for a Cradle

Slippers for a cradle now you can sleep for here

is a place where your dreams you can keep

Where with pretty toys you can pretend

and a mother ́s love you can depend

There in the street the snow it runs deep

but here in your cradle you sleep

Slippers for a cradle here you are safe not

trash on the street a bare headed waif

Presents and sweets and all you desire

and most of all a big open fire

Sippers for a cradle now you ́re warm

no longer lost lost and forlorn

Around you you feel the warm glow

of love for mother, father and god above