| He went out to the woodshed
|
| To find a log or two to split
|
| It was five below and in the moonlit snow
|
| He followed my footprints
|
| When he cracked the door something was out of place
|
| And the woodshed wasn’t the same
|
| I lay inside on a bed of straw
|
| And when he looked at me he could taste the shame
|
| I said, «I didn’t mean no harm, mister
|
| Just needed someplace to lay my head
|
| If you gimme a minute to gather my things
|
| I’ll be happy to find some other place instead»
|
| And as I looked at him, he looked at me
|
| Invited me inside, gave me somethin' to eat
|
| He said, «A man is just a man
|
| No matter how much dough he’s got in his hands
|
| You got to take a stand
|
| Help your fellow man
|
| You got to help out when you can»
|
| Later I went down to the courthouse
|
| To settle money that I owed
|
| There was a woman lyin' in the grass
|
| Wearin' rags for clothes
|
| She slept beneath the city’s Christmas tree
|
| Sheltered by its boughs
|
| And I’ll be damned if she belongs there
|
| Shakin' in the cold
|
| She said, «Can you fetch me some water, mister?»
|
| That’s all she asked
|
| «Something to warm me up
|
| Something that’ll last»
|
| You got to take that cup, fill it up
|
| It warms your soul when you fill that hole
|
| Yeah, take that cup and fill it up
|
| Bring kindness wherever you go
|
| Yeah, you got to take that cup and fill it up
|
| Bring kindness wherever you go
|
| Yeah, take that cup and fill it up
|
| Bring kindness wherever you go
|
| Yeah, take that cup and fill it up
|
| Bring kindness wherever you go |