All across the virgin snow And through the naked trees On a cold winter's night His song is on the breeze Where the moonlight paints the frost Upon the robin's song He's come a-calling for us all Now the summer's gone! Hark! Hear the children sing Glory to the Holly King Let the jingle bells all ring Hail, hail the Holly King In the whisky and in the wine He is here this Yule-tide time A-dancing in the home-fire flames A-dancing, singing, playing games When the prayers are to the East He is with us at the feast His crown is nailed to the door He's with us forevermore! Underneath the mistletoe He is in all lover's hearts He fans the flames of desire 'Tis he who fires Cupid's darts He is in all children's dreams Dressed in red or dressed in green Riding on the astral sleigh He's the spririt of the day!