There was a little boy once upon a time 
Who in spite of his young age and small size knew his mind 
For every copper penny and clover he would find 
Make a wish for better days the end of hard times 
For no more cold feet 
Cold cold cold cold feet 
His clothes were always clean 
His face was always scrubbed 
There was food on the table enough to fill him up 
His house was full of life His house was full of love 
But when winter days arrived 
There was never money enough to shod his cold feet 
Cold cold cold cold feet 

He grew up to be a worker determined to succeed 
He made a life for himself, free from worldly wants or needs 
But with nobody to share the life he'd made 
No body to keep him warm at night 
When he'd go to sleep he'd sleep alone with his cold feet 
Cold cold cold cold feet 

One night he walked the street looking to the heaven's above 
Searching for a shooting star a benevolent God 
When a woman passing by brushed his arm 
He turned and found lo