There was an old, blind man
Who stood on the corner down town

he was holding a cup
Filled up with nothing
From the christmas shopping crowd
And though I barely came up to the top of his cane
I reached up and gave him
Every cent to my name.

(chorus):
Three little pennies.
Were all that I had
One that I'd found
Two from my dad
Three little pennies not much of a gift
But Dad said "that's plenty, if it's all you can give."

that evening my dad told a wonderful story to me
About a child and the manger.
The wise men who came bearing gifts on the first christmas eve.
There was a part I'm sure he made up
About a stable boy who couldn't give much..

(chorus)
Three little pennies.
Were all that he had
One that he'd found
Two from his dad
Three little pennies not much of a gift
But Dad said "that's plenty if it's all you can give."

next morning was christmas
And I had prayed hard for a bike
But all that I found was the tiniest box
With three shiny pennies inside

and I was so disapointed because I had been good
But times had been bad so I understood.
And daddy said:

"three little pennies.
Were all that you had
But you gave them freely
So I gave them back
Three little pennies not much of a gift
You're bike is outside because you've learned how to give"

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Writer(s): KIM TRIBBLE, TIMOTHY BAYS