The Christmas Tree
YOU come from a land where the snow lies deep
In forest grand, on mountain steep;
Where the days are short, and the nights are long,
And never a sky-lark sings his song.
Have you seen the wild deer in his mountain home,
And watched the descent of the brown pine cone?
Do you miss your mates in the land of snow,
Where none but the evergreen branches grow?
Dear tree, we will dress you in robes so bright,
That ne’er could be seen a prettier sight;
In glittering balls, and tinkling bells,
And the star which the story of Christmas tells;
On every branch we will place a light,
That will send its gleam through the starry night,
And the little children will gather there
And carol their songs in voices fair;
And we hope that you never will homesick be,
You beautiful, beautiful Christmas tree.