Dans son manteau rouge et blanc. Sur un traîneau porté par le vent. Il descendra par la cheminée. Petit garçon, il est l'heure d'aller se coucher. . Tes yeux se voilent.
Little John lived on a mountainside,. Never thought much about taking on a bride,. Finally he upped and he married one day,. She didn't like the country so she done run away.
Pillow you're catching my tears again,. Why can't these lonely nights come to an end,. I once loved someone, but now she is gone,. Oh why must I cry on and on..