Slippers for a cradle now you can sleep for here is a place where your dreams you can keep Where with pretty toys you can pretend and a mother ́s love you can depend There in the street the snow it runs deep but here in your cradle you sleep Slippers for a cradle here you are safe not trash on the street a bare headed waif Presents and sweets and all you desire and most of all a big open fire Sippers for a cradle now you ́re warm no longer lost lost and forlorn Around you you feel the warm glow of love for mother, father and god above