VERSE 1:
See here son, I'm giving and giving
But I don't have enough
As for toys, and cards, and books
And the warmth of a father's touch
I can give you all of these

BUILD 1:
But in the court of the king
Is where priceless treasures abound
The prince of peace will take your hand
And lead you through streets of gold

CHORUS:
But all the things that heart truly desires
Will never come from these hands of dust and clay
And the day will come
When as a blind man you will stumble
And raise your cry to the one who passes by
And in your hand you'll feel
The gift that can't be held

VERSE 2:
See here son, I'm trying and trying
But I can't fix it all
You may think you've got what you need
But in the world unseen,
You are naked, blind and poor

But in the court of the king
Where the treasures don't disappear
The pearl whose price can't be too much
The royal garb, the royal name