No Gold Carriage, No Bright Toy

No golden carriage, no bright toy. No snowy bunting for one small boy.

No crimson roses, no marble chair.  Only the starlight on shining hair.

No crystal palace, no warm bed.  No downy pillow to grace your head.

No bridled horses, no great feast; only the straw and the scent of beast.

Here in this room, only a stall; shepherd and sheep, manger so small.

Mother quite near. Father close by. 

Soft rushing wind like angels winging thro' the sky.

No golden carriage, no bright toy.  No snowy bunting for one small boy.

No crimson roses, no marble chair. Only the starlight on shining hair.

No crystal palace, no warm bed; No downy pillow to grace your head.

Only the manger, stars above.  Only the straw 'neath the Gift of Love.