(Chuck Jones&Allen Shamblin)

Once a mother stood on a corner
Tears betrayed her painted smile
She was trading in her halo
For just enough to feed her child

Then an old man, cold and hungry

Saw her crying and he stopped
He gave her his one possession
A shining silver pocket watch

There's no cross that love won't bear
And when you're down to your last prayer
It will be the saving grace
In the depths of your dispair
There's no cross that love won't bear

So the old man found a park bench
Crawled inside and went to sleep
He lay down and went to sleep
As he drifted into slumber
He prayed the Lord his soul to keep

Then the mother with her halo