Lyrics:

About three nights before every Christmas
We'd load Mr. Bradley's truck with hay
7: 30 on the dot, on the church parking lot
We'd pile in that old truck and ride away
Just a bunch of kids singin' Christmas carols
To the hospital and the old folks home
Sometimes we'd go in and sing 'em all again
To a shut-in who was livin' all alone
Singin' Joy to the world, the Lord is come
Let Earth receive her King
And at Christmas each year, I still love to hear
The carols those kids used to sing
Then one year all of us decided
Everyone would bring some food on Christmas Eve
Bought a turkey and some toys for some underprivileged boys
Who lived with their Grandmom on relief
She had told them there wouldn't be a Christmas
And the look on their faces I still see
I'm glad for what we did, cause we made some happy kids
Dance around where there might have been a tree
Singin' Joy to the world, the Lord is come
Let Earth receive her King
And at Christmas each year, I still love to hear
The carols those kids used to sing
Singin' Joy to the world, the Lord is come
Let Earth receive her King
And at Christmas each year, I still love to hear
The carols those kids used to sing