God Bless The Children - B.J. Thomas

I hope there’s really a Santa Claus

I hope he lives on the cold north pole

I hope the stockings are hung on the wall

May the child stay in us all

God bless the children everywhere

For they haven’t yet learned not to care

We must not let time age the soul

May the child stay in us all

I hope there’s really a reindeer that flies

Does a snowman see through his button eyes

I hope that when our hair turns to grey

All the child in us will stay

God bless the children everywhere

For they haven’t yet learned not to care

Time must not turn our own hearts cold

May the child stay in us all

May the child stay in us all

Unless we be like children

The gates of heaven close

Until we think like children

Our souls will never grow old

God bless the children everywhere

For they haven’t yet learned not to care