MY OWN CHILD FOR CHRISTMAS
Charles AZNAVOUR, Georges GARVARENTZ
When December snow turns the sky ice-blue
I would love to see
Warm and soft for me
In a cradle small
Sweetest gift of all
My own child for Christmas from you
Innocent in sleep, angel frail and new
Fair and fragile grace
Perfect peaceful face
Tiny fingers curled
Centre of our world
My own child for Christmas from you
Child that's born of you and me
In dreams believing
In love conceiving
Born of our joy
Unique and special, girl or boy
As my seed of love that within you grew
Through maternity
To nativity
Makes our two lives one
Flesh and blood become
My own child for Christmas from you
Heaven-sent from God, like a prayer come true
Blessings from on high
In a baby's cry
Offered from above
In the name of love
My own child for Christmas from you