Mother dear come bathe my forehead,
For I'm growing very weak
Let one drop of water, Mother,
Fall upon my burning cheek
Go and tell my little playmates
That I never more shall play
Give them all my little toys,
but put my little shoes away
You will do this won't you Mother?
Please remember what I say
Give them all my little toys,
but Mother but my little shoes away
Santa Claus he brought them to me
With a lot of other things
And I think he brought an angel
With a pair of golden wings
Soon the baby will be larger
And they'll fit his little feet
Won't he look so cunning Mother
As he walks upon the street?
You will do this won't you Mother?
Please remember what I say
Give them all my little toys,
but Mother,put my little shoes away.
For I'm growing very weak
Let one drop of water, Mother,
Fall upon my burning cheek
Go and tell my little playmates
That I never more shall play
Give them all my little toys,
but put my little shoes away
You will do this won't you Mother?
Please remember what I say
Give them all my little toys,
but Mother but my little shoes away
Santa Claus he brought them to me
With a lot of other things
And I think he brought an angel
With a pair of golden wings
Soon the baby will be larger
And they'll fit his little feet
Won't he look so cunning Mother
As he walks upon the street?
You will do this won't you Mother?
Please remember what I say
Give them all my little toys,
but Mother,put my little shoes away.