Oh, my
Christmas tree will never get to grow
Into all its mighty rings
But for in what they're sold,
oh, the joy it'll know
In all the spirit that it brings
And I'm wondering what could they mean
When all the heaven -easers free,
with wires
for roofs
And an angel cut from an oak
Oh, my
Christmas tree will never get to grow into all its mighty rings,
but for a month
or so all the joy it'll know and all the
spirit that it brings.
Wouldn't you know,
pamphlets used to grow
Like apples forbidden from trees?
Where the spirit's forever
and life overflows
Now there must be why
they call it the
Evergreen
All my
Christmas tree will never get to grow
into all its mighty rings.
But for a month or so, all the joy it'll know,
and all the spirit that it brings.
There's still some of them out there,
in the snow all week night.
There's some of them outside
by the fire.
They gaze through the window
of love's warm glow.
And they dream of growing
up higher and higher
Oh, my
Christmas tree will never get to grow
Into all its mighty rings
But for a month or so,
all the joy it'll know
And all the spirit that it brings