Tis the mind must guide the hand.
You better watch out You better not cry Better not pout I'm telling you why Santa Claus is coming to town
Merrily, merrily, listen to me, Flitting and flying from tree to tree. Nothing fear I, by land or sea, For God in Heaven is watching me.
Wherever I fly from my own dear nest, I always come back, for home is the best.
All the world is happy when Santa Claus comes.
We each have a story to tell, I know; so let each one take his turn.