(2, 3, 4...) Old St. Nicholas barreling down Running through the streets of a Turkish town Singing to the stars of a Christmas Eve All God's children gotta right to be free Ooo... Old St. Nicholas heard it told The poor man's girls would soon be sold And that's why he ran to that vacant street 'Cause all God's children gotta right to be free Ooo... Then through the window he could see The poor man's daughters, one, two, three Soon to be sold for a handsome fee Said all God's children gotta right to be free Over the fire hung to dry The sister's stocking caught his eye He opened up the window wide And began to toss the coins inside He filled the stockings, one, two, three 'Cause all God's children gotta right to be free Ooo... Gotta right to be free Ooo...