Verse
F# Fm
Dime store bulbs, they're hangin' in rows
D# G#
and I'm wonderin' what could they mean
F# Fm
old Ebenezer's free with wires for roots
D# G# G#7
and an angel cut from an old magazine
[Chorus]
C# Fm
Oh my Christmas tree will never get to grow
D#m C# F#
into all its mighty rings but for a month or so
Fm
oh the joy it'll know
D#m C#
and all the spirit that it brings
[Verse 2]
F# Fm
Wouldn't ya know them bulbs used to grow
D# G#
like apples for pickin' from trees
F# Fm
and its spirit's forever and life overflows
D# G# G#7
and it must be why they call it the evergree-ee-een
[Chorus]
C# Fm
Oh my Christmas tree will never get to grow
D#m C# F#
into all its mighty rings but for a month or so
Fm
oh the joy it'll know
D#m C#
and all the spirit that it brings
[Verse 3]
F# Fm
There's still some of them out there in the snowy night
D# G#
There's some of them inside by the fire
F# Fm
They gaze through the window of love's warm glow
D# G# G#7
and they dream of growin' up higher and higher
[Chorus]
C# Fm
Oh my Christmas tree will never get to grow
D#m C# F#
into all its mighty rings but for a month or so
Fm
oh the joy it'll know
D#m C#
and all the spirit that it brings