American Old Time Song Lyrics: 49 The Christmas Tree

Theater, Music-Hall, Nostalgic, Irish & Historic Old Songs, Volume 49

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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.
Through 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 bells 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.

Hear 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 sun beams, the kindness of your heart,
I Through each beam some ray of joy impart. - Chorus.
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