oh my christmas tree

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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