Now it's time once again for Santa Claus to be put away with your long silver locks Little specs on your red nose hands waving in the air an empty sack In your silver suit
When I visit my friend in the nursing home with no hat The staff have noticed if I have not got it on they will say where is it makes you look young I reply it is only nylon fur
I want to be in god's places of nature where the light and warmth so bright Angels with smiling faces butterflies magnificent tinted wings I could be called the painted lady
When I was very small I wanted always to fly So our old home with rickety two flights of stairs instead of going to the bedroom so dark nobody in I stood on the landing
A ray of hope flick-ers through the sky A ti-ny star lights up way up high, All a-cross the land dawns a brand new morn, This come to pass when a child is born
