Now all the colored leaves
have left the changing -kind trees.
Each branch is bare,
but I know where
to find a tree that stays.
It is green, it smells so clean.
It tickles and prickles so new.
It's called evergreen.
Come see what I mean.
I know you'll like it, too!
I'll show you how it stands.
Stretch tall and lift your hands.
It grows like this and blows a kiss
when wind blows through its green.
It will be our special tree,
a present for me and for you.
It's called evergreen.
Come see what I mean.
It's straight and clean and true!
Words and music by Margery Layton
(copyright 1968)
