I come to you now with ink and quill To commit my soul by my own free will For if I don't care to climb that hill And tell my tale, nobody will (one winter's night, long ago) They were wide awake in the carriage house and I Snuck to the window like a stable mouse Now I can't forget and my hair's gone white The things I saw in the flickering light (one winter's night, long ago) They were all in the kitchen and the drink did flow There was Bing and Dean on the radio The wind did howl, they will send below They werе safe and sound from the ice and snow And on thе windowsill by the candle's glow I could see an old cat calico A bowl of cloves and pistachios A bow on a thistle and some mistletoe (one winter's night, long ago) Once I surveyed the scene I made my haste Up to the chimney without a trace For the sand runs fast at a rabbit's pace And it's Christmas Eve, no time to waste I crept past the kitchen on the tip of my toes Straight to the parlor where the pine tree glows A string of socks lined up in rows I was followed by that old cat calico (one winter's night, long ago) There in the house of the familyhood They had nine little babes and they'd all been good I was carrying more than an old man should Nine little kittens made out of wood As I knelt beneath that Christmas tree and spread the Gifts out quietly All at once so suddenly I found myself with company (one winter's night, long ago) His presence shocked and bothered me For I must work in secrecy But there he was, all shadowy His features cloaked in mystery His voice was low and pillowy As he offered his apology "Do not fear" he said to me And "pardon my proximity" "My name is Arthur Hood" he said "but you can call me Art instead" "I built the floor upon which we tread" "and I built the roof up over head" "And much like you, I am seldom seen Rarely want to intervene" "I fix things up and I keep things clean Catching leaks and mending screens" "And I always felt that you and I were of one fate to occupy Pleased to meet you eye-to-eye" And he wished me well then he said goodbye (one winter's night, long ago) It was time to go for the bells did ring I had a list of lists about a thousand things That's one song I shall not sing For the eye must leave what the silence brings (one winter's night, long ago) I was heading for the chimney just as slow as I could When I saw on the mantle carved into the wood Six little words that would shiver me good: "In loving memory of Arthur Hood" (one winter's night, long ago) In loving memory of Arthur Hood (one winter's night, long ago) (one winter's night, long ago) (one winter's night, long ago)