The Christmas Tree Song

 

The Christmas Tree Song

Written and composed by Vicky Oldham © 2021

 
I wrote this song after having seen a Christmas tree farm first hand near Darien, Georgia, a small historic town on the southern Atlantic coast. There was road work going on that day, so a sign for a detour directed cars through the middle of a massive Christmas tree farm, which seemed to stretch on forever. I got to thinking about how most people don’t really know much about where real Christmas trees come from and only see them already cut for sale, gathered in those little corner lots after Thanksgiving in every city across the country.

(guitar: Dmaj)
There’s magic in the air, this special time of year, with
Festive lights on wintry nights and songs of Christmas cheer;
But there’s a place almost no one ever goes or sees...
The countryside where they grow those pretty Christmas trees.

They dot the hillsides up and down by hundreds, yes it’s true,
Its hard to imagine one's a'waiting there for you,
With big ones and little ones, all neatly in a row,
Just waiting for the season to sparkle all aglow.

As trees they grow for several years and rather close together,
Listen closely and you’ll hear them whisper to each other.
They’ll wonder when they’re tall enough, finally cut and sold—
Will their ornaments be silver, or ornaments of gold?

Will they be old fashioned, draped in pretty bows,
Or festooned with twinkling lights — no one really knows.
Handmade charms, and candy canes, and heirlooms of great worth,
All appear on Christmas trees, in every place on earth.

Then suddenly, a vision, an angel from afar,
With a glowing crown, and shining like a star,
Alights upon our tree, and we faithfully believe,
The promise and the hopefulness, awaiting Christmas eve.

While outside my window, crystal snowflakes fall,
And I see what must be — the prettiest trees of all.
Glistening boughs and branches dance beneath the moon,
And every tree is singing — Christmas's coming soon.”