You better watch out You better not cry You better not pout I'm telling you why
Santa Claus is comin' to town (x3)
He's making a list Checking it twice He's gonna find out Who's naughty or nice
Santa Claus is comin' to town (x3)
He sees you when you're sleeping He knows when you're awake He knows if you've been bad or good So be good for goodness sake
So you better watch out You better not cry You better not pout I'm telling you why
Santa Claus is comin' to town (x3)
The kids in girl and boyland Will have a jubilee They're gonna build a toyland All around the Christmas tree So you better watch out You better not cry You better not pout I'm telling you why
City sidewalks, busy sidewalks Dressed in holiday style. In the air there's a feeling of Christmas. Children laughing, people passing, Metting smile after smile, And on every street corner you hear: Silver bells, silver bells, It's Christmas time in the city. Ring a ling, hear hem ring, Soon it will be Christhmas Day. Strings of street lights, even stop lights, blink a bight red and green, As the shoppers rush home with their treasures. Hear the snow crunch, see the kids bunch, This is Santa's big scene. And above all this bustle you hear.
Chestnuts roasting on an open fire Jack Frost nipping at your nose Yuletide carols being sung by a choir And folks dressed up like Eskimos
Everybody knows a turkey and some mistletoe Help to make the season bright Tiny tots with their eyes all aglow Will find it hard to sleep tonight
They know that Santa's on his way He's loaded lots of toys and goodies on his sleigh And every mother's child is gonna spy To see if reindeer really know how to fly
And so, I'm offering this simple phrase To kids from one to ninety-two Although its been said many times, many ways Merry Christmas Merry Christmas Merry Christmas to you
The first Noel the angel did say was to certain poor shepards in fields as they lay: in fields where they lay a keeping their sheep on a cold winter's night that was so deep. Noel Noel Noel Noel born is the King of Israel.
They looked up and saw a star shining in the east beyond them far: and to the earth it gave great light and so it continued both day and night. Noel Noel Noel Noel born is the King of Israel.
And by the light of that same star three wise men came from the country far; to seek for a King was their intent, and to follow the star wherever it went. Noel, Noel, Noel, Noel, born is the King of Israel.
This star drew nigh to the north-west; o'er Bethlehem it took its rest, and there it did both stop and stay, right over the place where Jesus lay. Noel, Noel, Noel, Noel, born is the King of Israel.
Then entered in those wise men three, fell reverently upon their knee, and offered there in his presence their gold and myrrh and frankincense. Noel, Noel, Noel, Noel, born is the kind of Israel.
Then let us all with one accord sing praises to our heavenly Lord, that hath made heaven and earth of nought, and with his blood mankind has bought. Noel, Noel, Noel, Noel, born is the King of Israel.
I'm dreaming of a white Christmas, Just like the ones I used to know. Where those tree-tops glisten, And children listen To hear sleighbells in the snow.
I'm dreaming of a white Christmas, With every Christmas card I write, "May your days be merry and brigt, And may all your Christmases be white"
I'm dreaming of a white Christmas, Just like the ones I used to know. Where those tree-tops glisten, And children listen To hear sleighbells in the snow.
I'm dreaming of a white Christmas, With every Christmas card I write, "May your days be merry and brigt, And may all your Christmases be white"