DO you know How long it took our pretty tree to grow? How it stood In the quiet wood, How one pretty star at night Filled the topmost branch with light; "Little tree," the small star cried, "You will leave the dark woodside, Travel where the children are, You will have a golden star On your forehead; bells will ring, You will hear the children sing, You will grow to be A glorious Christmas tree!" Now the waiting time is past— And our tree is here at last! |