Now, come and bathe my forehead, Mother

For I'm growing very weak

Let one drop of water, Mother,

Fall upon my burning cheek

Go and tell my little playmates

That I never more will play

Give them all my toys, but Mother,

Put my little shoes away

You will do this won't you Mother?

Please remember what I say

Give them all my toys, but Mother,

Put my little shoes away

Santa Claus he brought them to me

With a lot of other things

And I thought he brought an angel

With a pair of golden wings

Soon the baby will be larger

And they'll fit his little feet

Won't he look so nice and funny

As he walks upon the street

You will do this won't you Mother?

Please remember what I say

Give them all my toys, but Mother,

Put my little shoes away