Oh My Christmas Tree - Recorded At Spotify Studios NYC

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
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 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