THE CHRISTMAS TREE.
Copyright, 1891, by T. B. Harms & Co.
Words and Music by Wm. J. Scanlan
Christmas time is coming, the little ones are glad,
Santa Claus will soon be here to cheer each girl and lad;
See their laughing faces, watch each merry eye,
Would that I were like them, happy girl and boy;
Thro' the door comes grandma, bending low with age,
Every line upon her face speaks to us of a page,
Tells a life-long story of battle, care and strife;
See the husband, father, mother, wife.
Ring the bells, ring the bells, ring the belle merrily,
Christmas is coming, happy are we;
Bring in the old folks, as well as the young ones,
To gather and sing round the Christmas tree.
near the voice of hunger that's stifled in a moan,
Hear the cry of poverty, and still they cry alone;
Through the streets they wander, only ask for bread,
Would: they ne'er were living, better were they dead.
You with wealth of pleasure, all the power of gain,
Think of these poor creatures, of their suffering and pain.
Bring to them the sunbeams, the kindness of your heart;
Through each beam some ray of joy impart-Chorus.