Little Jack Frost - Emilie-Claire Barlow

Little jack frost, get lost, get lost

little jack frost, get lost

you know you don’t do a thing but put the bite on the toes

freeze up the ground and take the bloom from the rose.

Oh little jack frost, go away, go away

and don’t you come back another day

there’s lots of cold feet

all the lovers complain

you turned off the heat down in lovers lane

the bench in the park is all alone in the dark

so little jack frost, get lost, get lost

little jack frost, get lost

won’t you listen up, l.J.

frost go on get outta here

you’re scaring away the blue skies and the whole green scene

frosting up my window pane

freezing me to the bone

tell that grumpy old man winter to let you come home

with your cold, cold wind, and your ice and snow

better bundle up your overcoat when he starts to blow

put back the leaves on the maple trees

bring back the sun and the summer breeze

let’s call it a day.

Don’t come back, no way

little jack frost, get lost

where are all the boys and girls

walking hand in hand down at the park

they got their hands in their mittens

and their mittens in their pockets

and they gotta get home before dark

l.J's in town — he’s gonna bring you down

sprinkling his frostyness all over town

chickadee-dee-dee-dee

where’d’ya go when they brought all that snow?

Do you go where the flowers hide when l.J.

drops by?

Would you listen to me, oh frosty one

put your snowflakes away, we can call it a day

and our work can be done

get out and stay out — stay far, far away out

little jack frost, get lost, get lost

little jack frost get lost