Up On Santa Claus Mountain
Composer(s): Lorrie Morgan
Performer(s): Lorrie Morgan
Up on Santa Clause mountain it's Christmas all the time
Toys and dolls and Christmas trees and everything in rhyme
Boys and girls with golden curls as happy as can be
Up on Santa Clause mountain, won't you come with me
We will go together up the winding trail
There we'll see Ol' Santa Clause reading all his mail
We will ride his reindeer and drive them through the snow
Up on Santa Clause mountain, how'd you like to go
(Up on Santa Clause mountain it's Christmas all the time)
(Toys and dolls and Christmas trees and everything in rhyme)
(Boys and girls with golden curls as happy as can be)
(Up on Santa Clause mountain, won't you come with me)
We will go together up the winding trail
There we'll see old Santa Clause reading all his mail
(We will ride his reindeer and drive them through the snow)
(Up on Santa Clause mountain) How'd you like to go
Lorrie: Kids, come on, it's Santa's mountain
Girl: Let's go
Girl: Me first!
Kids: Hah-hah-hah-hah-hah-hah
Boy: Look, it's the Elfs' workshop!
Girl: Isn't it wonderful
Kids: Yeah, yeah
Lorrie: Look, they're makin' toy soldiers, Kids
Red, white and blue
And reindeer that fly really are true
Girl: I smell something sweet
And it's cookies, I'll bet
Girl: And they're all for old Santa
Kids: Has anyone seen him yet?
Boy: Get off the track!
They've just made a train and it's blowing its whistle again and again
Lorrie: Look over there, somethin's stirrin' around
Boy: Yeah, and it's red, white and furry
Girl: Well it's big and round
Lorrie: It's Santa, Kids
And he's checkin' his list
But we gotta go, so blow him a kiss
Boy: Santa, I'll see ya in a couple of nights
And when you ride through the sky....
Kids: Please hold on tight!
Up on Santa Clause mountain (Up on Santa Claus mountain)
It's Christmas all the time (Christmas all the time)
Toys and dolls and Christmas trees and everything in rhyme
(Up on Santa Claus mountain)
Boys and girls with golden curls as happy as can be
Up on Santa Clause mountain, won't you come with me
We will go together up a winding trail
There we'll see Ol' Santa Clause reading all his mail
We will ride his reindeer and drive them through the snow
Up on Santa Clause mountain, how'd you like to go
Up on Santa Clause mountain, how'd you like to go
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