Days of Christmas Time Lyrics

You see before you old Saint Nick

A relic of bygone days

The people call me Santa Claus

But what care I for praise

For when I think of the days that's passed

It makes me weep and pine

For the days of old and the stories bold

And the days of Christmas time

My friends all call me old Kris K

You've seen me with the bell

I walk your streets with flowing beard

And ring in the Noël

You turn from me and gaily step

Into your Christmas cheer

And in the cold I walk that road

To hunger and despair

There's Joe the Elf, one of the boys

You'll find him on the street

He walks the aisles of church bazaars

And picks a pocket neat

He used to work with his good hands

When those jobs paid just fine

But now he's found that he's hell bound

In the days of Christmas time

There's Prancer and Dancer and Donner and Blitzen

A snorty bunch were they

All around the northern plains

They galloped and they played

They're rounded up and tethered down

They are the rich man's pet

No more they fly on Christmas Eve

And yet we all forget

Of all the comrades I had then, there's none left but me

And now I've left your city lights for a life of charity

But I'll return when faith's renewed

On some grand Christmas Day

I'll see you then, God bless you friends

I hope you'll find the way