Lyrics Hang Them on the Tree (Remastered) - June Christy

It′s a terrible disgrace.
All this trash around the place,
As the end of the year is drawing near.
These are things I can't discard,
But it shouldn′t be too hard.
To find a way to use them,
Since I can't give away or lose them.
I'll take the sorrows of last November,
Make them a part of Christmas Day.
Color them shiny bright and gay,
And hang them on the tree.
I′ll take the quarrels of last September,
Cold with the words all sad and grey.
Cover them with a silver spray,
And hang them on the tree.
Every worry, every fear.
I′ll tie on a string with every tear,
Watch them dance in a Christmas light,
A year's worth of troubles, shining bright.
I didn′t realize last December,
They could be used a better way.
Payed for then, enjoyed much later.
Time is the greatest decorator.
Paint those mean things,
Red and green things.
And hang them on the tree.