The Tree

All these years I've been growing since I was just a little seed Waiting for the day my momma used to tell me about How the day'd come finally and I'd go home with a family some chilly Christmas Eve Well, look at this: two young faces standing in front of me giggling, so happily Saying "We think this just may be one that we've been searching for Do you think it will fit through our door?" And I thought to myself I will stand so tall, I will stand so proud And I'll hold the ornaments of sweet dreams dancing round And I'll glisten in the sun, reflect the pale moonlight If you'll let me be your tree tonight Now, two older faces stand in front of me, giggling so happily Baby on the way, they're wondering "Is this the tree that we've been searching for And can we drag it up three floors?" And I thought to myself I will stand so tall, I will stand so proud And I'll hold the ornaments of memories you'll pass down And I'll glisten in the sun, reflect the pale moonlight, if you'll let me be your tree tonight. And now an old man walks slowly up to me so tenderly His dear wife used to do this sort of thing, you see He says "Now, it's up to me." But he smiles and says "Yes! I think you just may be The kind of tree that she would want to stand for our family Yes, you're the one indeed!" And I stood so tall, and I stood so proud And I held the ornaments of true love he once found And I glistened in the sun, reflected the moonlight See, he let me be his tree tonight And I stood so tall, and I stood so proud And I held the ornaments of true hope always found And I glistened in the sun, reflected the moonlight See, he let me be his tree... oh, I finally got to be See, he picked me for his tree tonight