On Christmas Eve, just after dark, We hurry to our little park And join a happy crowd, to see The lights come on the Christmas tree.
The tree is proud and very high. It points a finger to the sky. It waits all year for this one night When it is dressed in jewels of light.
And now it’s time to light the tree. The crowd is quiet as can be, And then the lights begin to shine. Red ones, blue ones, gold ones twine.
And at the top a Christmas star! It can be seen from near to far. The star that once on Christmas night Guided the shepherds with it’s light
The tree is proud and very high. It points a finger to the sky. It waits all year for this one night When it is dressed in jewels of light.
And now it’s time to light the tree. The crowd is quiet as can be, And then the lights begin to shine. Red ones, blue ones, gold ones twine.
And at the top a Christmas star! It can be seen from near to far. The star that once on Christmas night Guided the shepherds with it’s light