There’s a Wonderful Tree

There’s a won­der­ful tree

A won­der­ful tree

The hap­py child­ren re­joice to see;

It is spread­ing its branch­es

Year by year

It comes from the for­est

To flour­ish here.

Oh

this beau­ti­ful tree

With its branch­es wide

Is al­ways

is al­ways bloom­ing

At Christ­mas tide.

It is not alone

In the sum­mer’s sheen

Its boughs are broad

And its leaves are green;

It is bloom­ing for us

As the wild winds blow

And earth is all white

With the fea­thery snow;

And this won­der­ful tree

With its branch­es wide

Bears ma­ny

bears ma­ny a gift

For the Christ­mas tide.

It is all alone

With its ta­pers’ glow

That flash on shin­ing eyes be­low

And the strange

sweet fruit

On each lad­en bough

Is all to be plucked

By the ga­ther­ers now.

Oh! this won­der­ful tree

With its branch­es wide

We hail it

we hail it

with joy

At the Christ­mas­tide.

And a voice is tell­ing

Its boughs among

Of shep­herds watch­ing

And an­gels’ song;

Of a ho­ly Babe

In a man­ger low

The beau­ti­ful sto­ry of long ago.

When a ra­di­ant star

Threw its beams so wide

To her­ald

to her­ald

The ear­li­est Christ­mas­tide.

So then spread thy branch­es

O won­der­ful tree

And bring some dain­ty gift to me;

May you fill my heart

With burn­ing love

To Him who didst come

From His home above;

From His beau­ti­ful home

With the glo­ri­fied

To give us

to give us

The joy of Christ­mas­tide.