Oh my [G]Christmas tree will never [Bm]get to grow
into [Am]all its mighty [G]rings but for a [C]month or so
oh the [Bm]joy it'll know
and all the [Am]spirit that it [G]brings
[C]Dime store bulbs, they're [Bm]hangin' in rows
and I'm [A]wonderin' what could they [D]mean
old [C]Ebenezer's free with [Bm]wires for roots
and an [A]angel cut from an [D]old [D7]magazine
Oh my [G]Christmas tree will never [Bm]get to grow
into [Am]all its mighty [G]rings but for a [C]month or so
oh the [Bm]joy it'll know
and all the [Am]spirit that it [G]brings
[C]Wouldn't ya know them [Bm]bulbs used to grow
like [A]apples for pickin' from [D]trees
and [C]its spirit's forever and [Bm]life overflows
and it [A]must be why they call it the [D] [D7]evergree-ee-een
Oh my [G]Christmas tree will never [Bm]get to grow
into [Am]all its mighty [G]rings but for a [C]month or so
oh the [Bm]joy it'll know
and all the [Am]spirit that it [G]brings
There's still [C]some of them out there in [Bm]the snowy night
There's [A]some of them inside by the [D]fire
They [C]gaze through the window of [Bm]love's warm glow
and they [A]dream of growin' up [D]higher and [D7]higher
Oh my [G]Christmas tree will never [Bm]get to grow
into [Am]all its mighty [G]rings but for a [C]month or so
oh the [Bm]joy it'll know
and all the [Am]spirit that it [G]brings