( Oooo, Oooo! )
The candle glow, the mistletoe, and the falling snow
bring to me, the Christmas symphony!
The balsam tree, the gifts I see, and the silent night
bring to me, the Christmas symphony!
The voices of Mother speaking, to little girls and boys,
"Dear, if you're not sleeping, Santa can't bring you any toys!"
The Christmas prayer that fills the air, here and everywhere
brings to me, the Christmas symphony!
Voices of Mother speaking . . .
to little girls and boys
"Dear, if you're not sleeping . . .
Santa can't bring you any toys!"
The Christmas prayer that fills the air, here and everywhere
brings to me, the Christmas symphony!
