someday

 

Kiss my sleeping children for me.

Humbly and utterly lost,

Christmas is in the air.

Save us all from Satan’s power.

Humbly and utterly lost,

Playing with bombs,

Save us all from Satan’s power;

Me and my drum. 

Playing with bombs,

We’ll have to struggle on somehow.

Me and my drum;

I am a poor boy too.

We’ll have to struggle on somehow -

I’ll be making gravy.

I am a poor boy too.

If the Fates allow,

I’ll be making gravy.

Christmas is in the air;

If the Fates allow,

Kiss my sleeping children for me.