"The Little Drummer Boy" lyrics
"The Little Drummer Boy"
"Come," they told me. Pa-rum-pum-pum-pum
"Our newborn King to see." Pa-rum-pum-pum-pum
"Our finest gifts we bring." Pa-rum-pum-pum-pum
"To lay before the King." Pa-rum-pum-pum-pum
Rum-pum-pum-pum, rum-pum-pum-pum
"So to honor him." Pa-rum-pum-pum-pum
(Pa-rum-pum-pum-pum)
"When we come (We come)."
Baby Jesus, pa-rum-pum-pum-pum
(Pa-rum-pum-pum-pum)
I'm a poor boy, too, pa-rum-pum-pum-pum
(Pa-rum-pum-pum-pum)
I have no gift to bring, pa-rum-pum-pum-pum
(Pa-rum-pum-pum-pum)
That's fit to give our King, pa-rum-pum-pum-pum
Rum-pum-pum-pum, rum-pum-pum-pum
Shall I play for you, pa-rum-pum-pum-pum
On my drum (On my drum)
Mary nodded, pa-rum-pum-pum-pum
(Pa-rum-pum-pum-pum)
The ox and mule kept time, pa-rum-pum-pum-pum
(Pa-rum-pum-pum-pum)
I played my drum for him, pa-rum-pum-pum-pum
(Pa-rum-pum-pum-pum)
I played my best for him, pa-rum-pum-pum-pum
Rum-pum-pum-pum, rum-pum-pum-pum
Then he smiled at me, pa-rum-pum-pum-pum
(Pa-rum-pum-pum-pum)
Me and my drum (Me and my drum)
Rum-pum-pum-pum, rum-pum-pum-pum
Rum-pum-pum-pum (Rum-pum-pum-pum)
Rum-pum-pum-pum, rum-pum-pum-pum
Rum-pum-pum-pum (Rum-pum-pum-pum)
Rum-pum-pum-pum, rum-pum-pum-pum
Rum-pum-pum-pum (Rum-pum-pum-pum)
Writer(s): Katherine K. Davis, Harry Simeone, Henry V. Onorati
- AZLyrics
- J
- Jackson 5 Lyrics
album:
"Christmas Album" (1970)
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