Merrily, merrily, merrily, O,
The evergreens in the woodland grow;
They rustle gently in the breeze;
O, don’t you think the Christmas trees
Know Santa Claus is coming?
Merrily, merrily, merrily, O,
We’ve hung our stockings in a row;
Into our beds we softly creep,
Just shut our eyes and go to sleep—
And wait—for Santa Claus is coming.