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 ♪ The dime store hopes They're hanging in rows And I'm wondering, "What could they mean?" And Oold 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 The 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 And 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 I don't know And all the spirit that it brings