There's love, sweet love, for one and all-- For love is best for great and small.

Wisdom comes with all we see, God writes His lessons in each flower, And ev'ry singing bird or bee Can teach us something of His power.

Let the child feel Christ is near him; By your faith will grow his own; Death nor danger will affright him If he never feels alone.

You better watch out You better not cry Better not pout I'm telling you why Santa Claus is coming to town

The humblest workman has his place, Which no one else can fill.

Nobody follows me where I go, Over the mountains or valleys below; Nobody sees where the wild winds blow, Only the Father in Heaven can know.

One day the wind blew through the town, and oh, how merry it was! It whistled down the chimneys, and scampered round the corners, and sang in the tree tops. "Come and dance, come and dance, come and dance with me," that is what it seemed to say.