On top of old Smokie, all covered in snow,. I lost my true lover, by courtin' too slow. On top of old Smokie, I went there to weep. For a false hearted lover, is worse than a thief.
O Christmas tree. O Christmas tree. How are thy. Leaves so verdant. O Christmas tree. O Christmas tree. How are thy. Leaves so verdant. Weeee. . Not only.