Child of joy and peace, born to every race -- by your star, the wise will know you, East and West their homage show you, look into your face, child of joy and peace. Born among the poor on a stable floor, cold and raw, you know our hunger, weep our tears and cry our anger -- yet you tell us more, born among the poor: Every child needs bread till the world is fed; you give bread, your hands enable all to gather round one table -- Christmas must be shared, every child needs bread. Son of poverty, shame us till we see self-concerned, how we deny you, by our greed we crucify you on a Christmas tree, Son of poverty.