Words and music (C) Helmut Licht
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Little Christmas Tree, standing all alone,
Did you wait for me to come along?
To pick you up, and take you home
I got you for a song.
Not the nicest tree, you look right to me
I can really see you shining bright
With candle glow and puffs of snow
On holy Christmas Night.
I'll dress you up with candy
And Christmas bells of old
I'll top you with an angel
Whose wings are made of gold.
So the story shows, if you look with love
There is hidden beauty you will see.
Like the little tree, standing all alone
That became my Christmas Tree
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