Pretty paper, pretty ribbons of blue
Wrap your presents to your darling from you
Pretty pencils to write «I love you»
Pretty paper, pretty ribbons of blue
Crowded street, busy feet hustle by him
Downtown shoppers, Christmas is nigh
There he sits all alone on the sidewalk
He’s just hoping he won’t pass him by Should I stop? Better not, much too busy
I’m in a hurry, my how time does fly
And in the distance the ringing of laughter
And in the midst of the laughter he cries
Pretty paper, pretty ribbons of blue
Wrap your presents to your darling from you
Pretty pencils to write «I love you»
Pretty paper, pretty ribbons of blue
Pretty paper, pretty ribbons of blue
So Proud to be the grand daughter of the man this song was written about!! This song was written for my Grandfather, Herman Douglas who sat in his wheelchair on a street corner in Texas and sold his "Pretty Paper" and ribbons to passersby who would stop. His painting and story hangs in the museum there. Thank You Willie for such a Beautiful song!! Thank You Grandpa for being a great man!!