O Christmas tree! O Christmas tree!
You will be dead in January.
You’ll be long gone when Spring is here,
And everyone will forget your cheer.
O Christmas tree! O Christmas tree!
You will be dead in January.
O Christmas tree! O Christmas tree!
Much pleasure thou canst give me,
But then your needles will all fall
On to the carpet and we’ll call
A man to come and pick you up
And take you to the rubbish dump.
O Christmas tree! O Christmas tree!
Your candles shone so brightly,
But now they’ve melted on your boughs,
The smell of burnt tree fills the house.
O Christmas tree! O Christmas tree!
It’s time for us to set you free.
O Christmas tree! O Christmas tree!
Like you I would not want to be.
Your friends still grow on mountain sides
Whilst you were robbed of your young life.
O Christmas tree! O Christmas tree –
You got a raw deal I can see.
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