Old Santa Claus

1. Old Santa Claus sat all alone, his pipe upon his knee.
A funny look a-bout his eyes, a funny chap was he.
His queer old cap was twisted, torn his wig was all awry.
He sat and mused, as lost in thought, while time went flying by.

Refrain
Santa Claus, who fears no danger, Over all the world a ranger,
Everywhere a welcome stranger, Speeds afar on Christmas Eve.
Santa Claus, who fears no danger, Over all the world a ranger.
Everywhere a welcome stranger, Speeds afar on Christmas Eve.

2. He had been busy as a bee, had stuffed his pack with toys,
Had gathered worlds of odds and ends his gifts for girls and boys.
Had dolls for girls and whips for boys with barrows, horses drays.
Bureaus and trunks for dolly’s clothes, all these his pack displays. Refrain