THE TOYMAKER'S DREAM
(Ernie Golden)


Vaughn DeLeath - 1929
B. A. Rolfe & His Lucky Strike Orch. - 1929
Jack Hylton & His Orch. (vocal: Sam Browne) - 1929




A jolly little workman was making toys all day 
So children could be happy when they were all at play 
One night when all was quiet, his daily work was done 
In the shadows deep he fell fast asleep as the toys woke one by one 


Though it's just in dreams, still to him it seems that his toys have come to life 
There's a bugler boy blowing notes of joy and a toy that blows a fife 
Hear that big bass drum going "rum tum tum" to the sound of tramping feet 
See the toyman smile as the rank and file come a-marching up the street 


There's lions, camels, tigers, an elephant or two 
Just hear that great big rooster sing "cock-a-doo-dle-doo" 
And dear old Mother Hubbard who found her cupboard bare 
And Santa Claus who's here because he has some toys to share 
There's battleships and cruisers and big electric trains 
The skyway up above him is filled with aeroplanes 
Right in his little workshop he made them all it's true 
Attention! Attention! Get ready for review 


A jolly little workman was making toys all day 
So children could be happy when they were all at play 
One night when all was quiet, his daily work was done 
In the shadows deep he fell fast asleep as the toys woke one by one 


All the toys play on till the break of dawn, though they're made of wood and clay 
Ev'ry one is there and they do their share to make whoopee and be gay 
When the clock strikes five they can't be alive, so they scramble for themselves 
And the toyman wakes and shivers and shakes as he sees them on the shelves 


There's lions, camels, tigers, an elephant or two 
Just hear that great big rooster sing "cock-a-doo-dle-doo" 
And dear old Mother Hubbard who found her cupboard bare 
And Santa Claus who's here because he has some toys to share 
There's battleships and cruisers and big electric trains 
The skyway up above him is filled with aeroplanes 
Right in his little workshop he made them all himself 
Attention! Attention! March back upon the shelf 

All the toys play on till the break of dawn, 
Though they're made of wood and clay 
Ev'ry one is there and they do their share 
To make whoopee and be gay 

That Jolly Little Toyman
Lay sleeping in his chair
And all the toys together
Were dancing around him there
Until the toy alarm clock let out an awful scream
That woke my friend…..
And that was the end……
Of the old Toymaker’s Dream. 
















(Contributed by Mel - September 2007)