It's the season of peace It's the season of love The air is so sweet and perfume It's the season of love The leaves of Babylon are tall But the rain keeps falling The season moves on But it's the season of peace It's the season of love It's the air is so sweet and perfume It's the season of love Every hair on your shoulder is a moan Just like a thousand a harp play Santa Claus is sleeping in the tin roof Happy with what you've got Talking to you, about what you got Santa's comin' down the chimney He's thinkin' all about kids And Santa wants to go along with his plans As if letting her know that she's loved That's how it ought to be