Once upon a time in Patara lived Johanna and Epiphanes.
Faithful were Johanna and Epiphanes,
True believers in the Word of God,
Faithful to their Lord, Jesus Christ.
Richest of all folk in Patara were Johanna and Epiphanes,
But they always humbly showed their gratitude.
For their riches they were thankful,
Thankful to their Lord for His grace.
How we are blessed, richly blessed.
Gracious is our Lord. We give thanks.
Thankful are we for every gift that we've received.
They are blessed (so richly blessed),
They are blessed (richly blessed)
And they're thankful for all they've received,
All they've received.
And most of all we give our thanks
That God gave to us our precious son.
Precious son, their precious son, Nicolas their son.
Such a blessing the day he was born.
Then one fateful day in Patara, poor Johanna and Epiphanes
They succumbed to pestilence and died,
When poor Nicolas he was just eighteen. .
Oh what sorrow now, what sorrow now.
Just one thing brought hope to his grieving
They had left him vast inheritance.
Though it did not compensate for losing them
Good Saint Nicolas found his calling there,
Bringing others joy with gifts to share.
Nicolas, good Saint Nicolas, he made a vow:
I shall not store my treasure upon this earth
Where moth and rust corrupt,
Where thieves break in to steal.
I shall place all my treasure in heav'n above;
It's where my heart lies, yes, it's where my heart lies.
He brought truth, he brought love,
He brought joy with his gift from above
Amen!
We are blessed, so richly blessed.
We are blessed, richly blessed,
And we're thankful for all we've received!
Blessing the day he was born.