I hide in the hills and I
Help in your garden,
A body could miss me
If she blinked her eye.
A body could miss me,
if he weren't expecting
A tomte like me In his
Hayfield at night.

Chorus:
I'll help you if you're a
Kind hardworking neighbor,
But if you are spiteful,
I'll bring you bad luck.

A tomte I am and it's
Few that have seen me,
For people are blinded
By worry and greed.
I dance and make merry,
And feast with my kinfolk,
And work for the good folk
Who wish me god-speed.

(Chorus)