"Oh My Christmas Tree" lyrics

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 fruit
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
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