Cadeira Vazia - Eddy Arnold

Jolly old Saint Nicholas,

Lean your ear this way!

Don’t you tell a single soul

What I’m going to say;

Christmas Eve is coming soon;

Now, you dear old man,

Whisper what you’ll bring to me;

Tell me if you can.

When the clock is striking twelve,

When I’m fast asleep,

Down the chimney broad and black,

With your pack you’ll creep;

All the stockings you will find

Hanging in a row;

Mine will be the shortest one,

You’ll be sure to know.

Johnny wants a pair of skates;

Susy wants a dolly;

Nellie wants a story book;

She thinks dolls are folly;

As for me, my little brain

Isn’t very bright;

Choose for me, old Santa Claus,

What you think is right.