| There once was a tree, a beautiful tree |
| That grew in Fairy Land |
| In winter time, the wind would blow |
| Over the land of ice and snow |
| Bringing the sound of the laughter of children |
| Bringing the sounds of joy |
| Telling the tree of the wonder of Christmas |
| For every girl and boy |
| Oh, how he wished they could come and see |
| Just what a beautiful tree was he |
| Oh, how he wished that he were a Christmas tree |
| One starry night, his branches so bright |
| Were glistening in the snow |
| And as he stood so silently |
| Wishing he were a Christmas tree |
| Softly, there came from the forest around him |
| Magic and jingling bells |
| Nearer and nearer, they seemed to surround him |
| Weaving their magic spells |
| Oh, how he quivered with fright because |
| There, right beside him, was Santa Claus |
| Asking him if he’d be his Christmas tree |
| Now, in his fancy dress, he’s the best |
| Of all the Christmas trees |
| Playing with gifts and bon-bons too |
| Gay fairy lights of every hue |
| He stands and waits for the children to see him |
| Dressed in his party bells |
| Oh, what a thrill when they see all the tinsel |
| Round Mr. Robin’s nest |
| And as he raises his arms so green |
| Santa agrees with the Fairy Queen |
| He is a very beautiful Christmas tree |
| He is a very beautiful Christmas tree |