Sammy came from Illinois,
with the heart of a lion and the
mind of a boy.
Forsaken and aged by the
seeds that he'd sown,
no family and no place of home.
Came to the city so cold and alone
A stranger, beggar, gone
Born to a family where
children were raised
Work in the fields for no
money or praise
Savages washed as the
years passed him by
Left him no kin, no kids, and no wife
The train to L .A. was so
fast and so kind
And he left all his memories behind
Oh, and the children that lived
in the streets to view him
And loved him and made him at home
And the love that he lacked
in the years that passed
Were found in the arms of the young
Well, the love of the children
returned in his years
The days grew much warmer,
so sweet and so clear
Soon in the streets he
grew too well known
Arrested for vagrant, put in a hole
He realized he was left all alone
An d he died that night from the cold
Oh, but the children that day
In the streets took him in
And loved him and made him at home
And the love that he lacked
in the years that had passed
Were found in the arms of the young
Santa came from Illinois
With the heart of a lion and
the mind of a boy
The children all wept
when they heard of his death
And no one could ease all
the pain that they felt
The only friend that they'd
ever known
Ah, but the children that lived
In the streets took him in
And loved him and paid him at home
And the love that he lacked
in the years that passed
Were found in the arms of the young
Oh, and the children that lived
in the streets together
And loved him and made him at home
And the love that it lacked
And the years that it passed
Were found in the arms of the young
Were found in the arms of the young
Oh, and the children that lived
in the streets drove him in
And loved him and made him at home
And the love that he lacked
in the years that had passed
We're bound in the arms of the Lord