Put My Little Shoes Away
Mother dear come bathe my forehead for I'm growing very weak
Mother let one drop of water fall upon my burning cheek
Tell my loving little playmates that I never more shall play
Give them all my toys but mother put my little shoes away.
(You will do this mother won't you)
(Put my little shoes away)
Give them all my toys but mother
Put my little shoes away.
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Santa Claus he brought them to me with a lot of other things
And I think he brought an angel with a pair of golden wings
Mother soon I'll be an angel by perhaps another day
So you my dearest mother put my little shoes away.
(Do will do this mother won't you)
(Put my little shoes away)
Give them all my toys but mother
Put my little shoes away...
Guarda mis zapatitos
Madre querida ven y lava mi frente porque me siento muy débil
Madre, deja caer una gota de agua en mi mejilla ardiente
Dile a mis queridos amiguitos que nunca más jugaré
Dales todos mis juguetes, pero madre guarda mis zapatitos.
(Lo harás, madre, ¿verdad?)
(Guarda mis zapatitos)
Dales todos mis juguetes, pero madre
Guarda mis zapatitos.
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Santa Claus me los trajo junto con muchas otras cosas
Y creo que trajo un ángel con un par de alas doradas
Madre, pronto seré un ángel, quizás en otro día
Así que tú, mi querida madre, guarda mis zapatitos.
(Lo harás, madre, ¿verdad?)
(Guarda mis zapatitos)
Dales todos mis juguetes, pero madre
Guarda mis zapatitos...
Escrita por: Bob Miller / Jörgen Elofsson