(Randy Travis)      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    Hoping that you won’t pass him by       Should you stop?, better not, much too busy    You’re in a hurry, my how time does fly    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