Here comes Santa ClausHere comes Santa ClausRight down Santa Claus LaneVixen

Chestnuts roasting on an open fireJack Frost nipping at your noseYuletide

window panesCandles gleaming insidePainted candy canes on the treeSanta's

Toyland, toylandLittle girl and boy landWhile you dwell within itYou are

My mama done tol' meWhen I was a littleMy mama done

It's very clearOur love is here to stayNot for a yearBut

You do something to meSomething that simply mystifies meTell me, why

Everybody loves my babyBut my baby don't love nobody but meNobody

There's an old superstition 'way down southEverybody believes that trouble won't

1: Doris the summer, you're the winterIn the finger,

The song of a heart that sorrowsThe wail of the wind

I was just a little girlI asked my mother,

Blue skiesSmiling at meNothing but blue skiesDo I seeBluebirdsSinging a songNothing

How insensitiveI must have seemedWhen she told meThat she loved meHow

I come to the garden aloneWhile the dew is still on

Tell her you care each time you speakMake it her birthday

When the evenin' sun goes downYou will find me hangin' 'roundOh,

You know I peeked in to say goodnightWhen I heard my

Someday I'll find you, moonlight behind youTrue to the dream I

Sooner or laterYou're gonna be comin' aroundI betcha, I'll betcha that