On a Sunday morn, Santa made for lawn, with her sweetheart by her side.
Through the windowpane, she looked at the rain.
We must stay home, Joe, she cried.
She cried.
There's a picnic too, at the old boy's view, it's a shame it rained today.
Then the boy grew dear, just the way he's dear, as he heard his coffee say.
Wait till the sun shines, Nellie, and the clouds go drifting by, we will be happy, Nellie, don't you cry.
Don't you cry, for now, lover's lane will wander, sweet R2 and I, wait till the sun shines, Nellie, bye and bye.
Bye!
Bye!
