Child at the door
Puerto Rican traditional
1. Mother look, a child at the door
He is beautiful and fair
But he weeps he is so cold
He has no clothes to wear
2. When the child had come and stood
By the fire ’til he was warm
My mother asked what country
Did he rule, where was he born?
3. My father is in heaven,
My mother lives there too
I came to earth to suffer
To bring his love to you.