Now, come and bathe my forehead, Mother   For I'm growing very weak   Let one drop of water, Mother,   Fall upon my burning cheek      Go and tell my little playmates   That I never more will play   Give them all my toys, but Mother,   Put my little shoes away      You will do this won't you Mother?   Please remember what I say   Give them all my toys, but Mother,   Put my little shoes away      Santa Claus he brought them to me   With a lot of other things   And I thought he brought an angel   With a pair of golden wings      Soon the baby will be larger   And they'll fit his little feet   Won't he look so nice and funny   As he walks upon the street      You will do this won't you Mother?   Please remember what I say   Give them all my toys, but Mother,   Put my little shoes away