The night was dark
not a star was shining
It was near the time
most families are dining

But alone sits
one little girl
on the street
cold wind through her curls.

All alone, she has
no one else
her family, she remembers
with a necklace of shells

She wanders the street
no one to take her in
In the bitter cold
she has no kin

She looks into windows
where families are cheerful
But, poor little girl,
she's nothing but fearful

It's holiday time
when there's always a party
and stories are told
by old uncle Marty

But this little girl
who's all by herself
She believes in no Santa
she believes in no elf

There once was a time
when she did beleive
But this last time
nothing came on Christmas Eve

Her childish fancies
her childish dreams
were all torn away
and ripped at the seams

This Christmas for her
there's only one desire
to have a family
and sit by the fire