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Little David was our son, born on Christmas day
Blind at birth he never saw the harp his fingers played
The harp that came that day he was born, from where we just don't know
A harp like none you've ever seen before, solid gold.
Little David learned to play it at such an early age
No one has to teach him, he just learned it right away
And he would styare at this TV as his hands moves 'cross the strings
And when he played it seemed to be you could hear the angels sing.
He was 4 then he was 5 and then he was 6 years old
And the songs he played on his harp was something to behold
There was something heavenly in the way that David smiled
Little David was so different from the average child.
And then there was a storm on Christmas morning
And the snow brought such a chill little David, 7 now lays quiet
And still his hands reach out to touch his harp gently rested
The angels came for him that night and on the 7th year he rested.
Little David's playing now in God's angel band
He's gone home to Heaven now the way that it was planned
But on his birthday every year which falls on Christmas day
All through the house we hear the harp that little David played...