Little Saint Nick - John Denver & The Muppets

Oo-oo-oo-oo Merry Christmas, Saint Nick Christmas comes this time each year Oo-oo Well, the way up north where the air gets cold There's a tale about Christmas that you've all been told And a real famous cat all dressed up in red And he spends the whole year workin' out on his sled It's the little Saint Nick (Little Saint Nick) It's the little Saint Nick (Little Saint Nick) Just a little bobs led, we call it old Saint Nick But she'll walk a toboggan with a four speed stick She's candy-apple red with a ski for a wheel And when Santa hits the gas, man, just watch her peel It's the little Saint Nick (Little Saint Nick) It's the little Saint Nick (Little Saint Nick) (Run, run reindeer) (Run, run reindeer, oh-oh-oh) (Run, run reindeer) (Run, run reindeer) (He don't miss no one) And haulin' through the snow at a frightenin' speed With a half a dozen deer with the Rudy to lead He's gotta wear his goggles 'cause the snow really flies And he's cruisin' every pad with a little surprise It's the little Saint Nick (Little Saint Nick) It's the little Saint Nick (Little Saint Nick) (Ah-ah-oo, Merry Christmas, Saint Nick) Christmas comes this time each year (Ah-ah-oo, Merry Christmas, Saint Nick) Christmas comes this time each year (Ah-ah-oo, Merry Christmas, Saint Nick) Christmas comes this time each year (Ah-ah-oo, Merry Christmas, Saint Nick) Christmas comes this time each year

Sleigh bells ringing Diamonds blinging Carol singing Favorite season Sleigh bells ringing Diamonds blinging Carol singing Favorite season They said Saint Nick what you got up in that bag yeah I got racks racks in my sack hurting my back yeah They said Saint Nick what you got up in that bag yeah I got racks racks in my sack hurting my back yeah Snow fall frozen Neck is frozen Catch me rolling I'm the chosen (one) Snow is falling Elfies calling Check my list twice Most of y'all done Sleigh bells ringing Diamonds blinging Carol singing Favorite season They said Saint Nick what you got up in that bag yeah I got racks racks in my sack hurting my back yeah They said Saint Nick what you got up in that bag yeah I got racks racks in my sack hurting my back yeah Dasher, Dancer, Prancer and Vixen Comet, Cupid, Donner and Blizten No I can't forget about the one up front with the red nose When i fly high in my sleigh still stay Ten toes Bring the beat in, bring the trees in Put the lights up, 'tis the season Need no grinch types, no Ebenerzer's Don't believe this? Y'all need Jesus Sleigh bells ringing Diamonds blinging Carol singing Favorite season Sleigh bells ringing Diamonds blinging Carol singing Favorite season They said Saint Nick what you got up in that bag yeah I got racks racks in my sack hurting my back yeah They said Saint Nick what you got up in that bag yeah I got racks racks in my sack hurting my back yeah They said Saint Nick what you got up in that bag yeah I got racks racks in my sack hurting my back yeah They said Saint Nick what you got up in that bag I got racks racks in my sack hurting my back Merry Christmas Everybody

Hush, little baby, don't say a word Papa's gonna buy you a mockingbird If that mockingbird won't sing Papa's gonna buy you a diamond ring Hush, little buddy, don't make a noise Daddy's gonna buy you some brand new toys If you're sweet with some good luck Daddy's gonna buy you a fire truck If that fire truck should stall Daddy's gonna buy you a basketball If that basketball goes flat Daddy's gonna buy you a baseball bat If that baseball bat won't sway Daddy's gonna buy you a boomerang If that boomerang falls to the ground You'll still be the coolest kid around Hush, little baby, don't say a word Papa's gonna buy you a mockingbird If that mockingbird won't sing Papa's gonna buy you a diamond ring If that diamond ring turns brass Papa's gonna buy you a looking glass If that looking glass gets broke Papa's gonna buy you a billy goat If that billy goat won't pull Papa's gonna buy you a cart and bull If that cart and bull turn over Papa's gonna buy a dog named Rover If that dog named Rover won't bark Papa's gonna buy you a horse and cart And if that horse and cart fall down You'll still be the sweetest little baby in town

I had an uncle named Matthew He was his father's only boy Born just south of Colby, Kansas He was his mother's pride and joy Yes, and joy was just the thing that he was raised on Love was just the way to live and die Gold was just a windy Kansas wheatfield And blue's just a Kansas summer sky All the stories that he told me Back when I was just a lad All the memories that he gave me All the good times that he had Growin' up a Kansas farm boy Life was mostly havin' fun Ridin' on his daddy's shoulders Behind a view beneath the sun Yes, and joy was just the thing that he was raised on Love was just the way to live and die Gold was just a windy Kansas wheatfield And blue's just a Kansas summer sky Well, I guess there were some hard times And I'm told some years were lean They had a storm in forty-seven A twister came and stripped them clean He lost the farm and lost his family He lost the wheat and lost his home But he found a family Bible Faith as solid as a stone Yes, and joy was just the thing that he was raised on Love was just the way to live and die Gold was just a windy Kansas wheatfield And blue's just a Kansas summer sky So he came to live at our house And he came to work the land He came to ease my daddy's burden And he came to be my friend So I wrote this down for Matthew And it's for him the song is sung Ridin' on his daddy's shoulders Behind a mule beneath the sun Yes, and joy was just the thing that he was raised on Love was just the way to live and die Gold was just a windy Kansas wheat field Blue's just a Kansas summer sky Yes, and joy was just the thing that he was raised on Love was just the way to live and die Gold was just a windy Kansas wheatfield Blue's just a Kansas summer sky

City sidewalks, busy sidewalks Dressed in holiday style In the air, there's a feeling of Christmas Children laughing, people passing Meeting smile after smile And on every street corner, you'll hear Silver bells, silver bells It's Christmastime in the city Ring-a-ling, hear them ring Soon it will be Christmas day Silver bells, silver bells It's Christmastime in the city Ring-a-ling, hear them ring Soon it will be Christmas day Soon it will be Christmas day

The wind is the whisper of our mother the earth The wind is the hand of our father the sky The wind watches over our struggles and pleasures The wind is the goddess who first learned to fly The wind is the bearer of bad and good tidings The weaper of darkness, the bringer of dawn The wind gives the rain, then builds us a rainbow The wind is the singer who sang the first song The wind is a twister of anger and warning The wind brings the fragrance of freshly mown hay The wind is a racer, a wild stallion running The sweet taste of love on a slow summer's day The wind knows the songs of the cities and canyons The thunder of mountains, the roar of the sea The wind is the taker and giver of mornings The wind is the symbol of all that is free So welcome the wind and the wisdom she offers Follow her summons when she calls again In your heart and your spirit let the breezes surround you Lift up your voice then and sing with the wind

Josie works the counter at the downtown five and dime Anything at all to help her pass the time Her mama keeps the baby and grandpa rambles on About the good times playing in his mind It's a hard life livin' when you're lonely It's a long night sleepin' alone It's a hard time waitin' for tomorrow It's a long, long way home Josie spends the evening with the people on the pages Of the paperback she picked up at the store Or sometimes it's the TV or she'll try to write a letter, whoa But they don't come too often anymore It's a hard life livin' when you're lonely It's a long night sleepin' alone It's a hard time waitin' for tomorrow It's a long, long way home I stare at the gray walls before me And I see her face in the stone I try to imagine our baby I wish they would let me go home I wish they would let me go home I wish they would let me go home It's a hard life livin' when you're lonely (I wish they would let me go home) It's a long night sleepin' alone (I wish they would let me go home) It's a hard time waitin' for tomorrow (I wish they would let me go home) It's a long, long way home (I wish they would let me go home) It's a long, long way home (I wish they would let me go home) Bring me and the other boys home (I wish they would let me go home) Bring me and the other boys home

This song was first released on the Farewell Andromeda Album. It is the only album it has been released on. On a snow covered night Up in Eastern Wyoming Another lazy day Lookin' for the sun In a draughty old cabin Outside a whiskey basin Another shining light And a good man on the run There's a lady back in Laramie And her reason no one else can see For him to spend The winter on his own Nothing much for him to do tomorrow Just a matter of survival Another friendly fight In a life chocked full of fun Yodalling It's a special kind of medicine And all that you can do is win Though it tastes so sweet You can refuse Put your heart on the table Fill your fountain with moonshine Another empty case of The Whiskey Basin Blues Yodalling Words and music by John Denver