Wherever I fly from my own dear nest, I always come back, for home is the best.
The humblest workman has his place, Which no one else can fill.
We each have a story to tell, I know; so let each one take his turn.
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.
There's love, sweet love, for one and all-- For love is best for great and small.