Put the lights on the tree (Put them on the tree, put them on the tree) Put the ribbon on the wreath (Put it on the wreath, put it on the wreath) And
Would you like our way home? I bleed my own 'Round the hangin' tree Swaying in the breeze In the summer sun As we two are one 'Round the hangin' tree
O Christmas Tree, O Christmas Tree, How steadfast are Your branches! Your boughs are green In summer's clime And through the snows Of wintertime. O Christmas
: Would you like our way home I bleed my own Round the hangin tree Swayin in the breeze In the summer sun As we two are one Swayin Can you see under
(Music by Greg Brown / poem of William Blake) I was angry with my friend: I told my wrath, my wrath did end. I was angry with my foe: I told it not,
Would you like our way home I bleed my own Round the hangin tree Swayin in the breeze In the summer sun As we two are one Swayin Can you see under