oh my christmas tree

oh

my christmas tree

will never get to grow

into all its mighty rings

but for a month or so

all the joy i don't know

and all the spirit that it brings

dime store hopes

they're hanging in rows

and i'm wondering what could they mean

old ebenezer's free

with wires for roots

and an angel cut from an old magazine

oh

my christmas tree

will never get to grow

into all its mighty rings

but for a month or so

all the joy i don't know

and all the spirit that it brings

wouldn't ya know

them bulbs used to grow

like apples for picking from trees

and its spirit's forever

and life overflows

and it must be why they call it

evergreen

oh

my christmas tree

will never get to grow

into all its mighty rings

but for a month or so

all the joy i don't know

and all the spirit that it brings

there's still some of them out there

in the snowy night

there's some of them inside 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 of so

all the joy i don't know

and all the spirit that it brings