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Unser Bäumche

Hellichovend kom eran, dä Papp, dä wor op Jöck
De Mamm hatt övverall jesook un saht:,, Wo es dä Jeck?!"
Do feel ehr en, hä moht jo noch e Bäumche kaufe jonn
Op Hellichovend, typisch Schäng! Wä wollt sollt dat verstonn!
Et woodten Vier, et woodten Fünf, de Dämmrung trok ald op,
Do kom jet Kleines, kromm un scheef, die Stroß zum Huus erop.
Lch hatt in dann als eetz erkannt un reef:"et Bäumche kütt!"
De Mamm, die saht, als sie et soch:,, Mein Jott dat jitt et nit!"

Unser Bäumche, oh Tannenbaum Unser Bäumche, dat wor ne Draum
Unser Bäumche verjess ich nie...
Nä, su ne schöne Baum, dä krijje mer niemols mih!

Dä Papp, dä wor janz stolz un saht:,, Es dä nit wunderschön?!"
De Mamm, die wor am laache:,, Jo, winnigstens es' he jrön...!"
Dot Bäumche wor noch nit ens huh, doför unheimlich krumm,
De Mamm, die saht:,, Dat scheefe Ding, dat kriss Do nit zom Stonn!"
Der Papp, janz drüch:,, No waat ens av, hä es jo noch janz rüh!
Wann do eetz alles dran es, erkenns De dä nit mih"
Dot Bäumche links, en Fläsch Schabau rääts unger'm Ärm jeklemmp,
Dot wor et Letzte, wat ich sohch, als hä en't Zemmer jingk... Unser Bäumche
Unser Bäumche, oh Tannenbaum Unser Bäumche, dat wor ne Draum
Unser Bäumche verjess ich nie...
Nä, su ne schöne Baum, dä krijje mer niemols mih!

Unser Bäumche, oh Tannenbaum Unser Bäumche, dat wor ne Draum
Unser Bäumche verjess ich nie...
Nä, su ne schöne Baum, dä krijje mer niemols mih!

Die Dör, die schloss hä immer av et darf im keiner' ren,
Denn keiner sollt dat Wunder, dat do passeerte, sinn!
Zoeets wor hö am säge - dä Baum wor doch su klein ...!
Dann hoht mer'n plötzlich nääle, ich daach, dä Baum jingk en!
En Zick lang wor et dann janz stell, kei Töönche us döm Raum,
Op eimol hoht mer'n singe, janz laut:,, Oh Tannenbaum!"
Lch jläuv, jetz dejt hä'n schmöcke, met Jlöckcher un esu -,,
Es ist ein Ros entsprungen..." kom falsch un vill zo huh.Unser Bäumche

Unser Bäumche, oh Tannenbaum Unser Bäumche, dat wor ne Draum
Unser Bäumche verjess ich nie...
Nä, su ne schöne Baum, dä krijje mer niemols mih!

Op eimol jov et dann 'ne Knall, jetz woodt et furchbor stell...,
Zo Bethlehem jeboren..." kom leis met vill Jeföhl.
Noh zwei Stund kom hä endlich 'rus, et Schlemmste wor jedon,
Ich lohrt in ahn, hö saht och jet - ich kunnt in nit verstonn!
Öm aach Uhr wor Bescherung, der Papp, wie immer, fit,
En singem beste Anzoch, de Mamm em schwatze Kleid.
Hö dät mem Jlöckche lügge, dann sunge mer e Leed
Un sohchen dann dat Bäumche, met Kääze en der Eck. Unser Bäumche

Unser Bäumche, oh Tannenbaum Unser Bäumche, dat wor ne Draum
Unser Bäumche verjess ich nie...
Nä, su ne schöne Baum, dä krijje mer niemols mih!

Et wor noch kleiner als vürher, doch wirklich wunderschön,
Stundt käzejrad un nit mih kromm ein Wunder war jeschehn!
Lch hatt e Rädche kräje, minge allerjrößte Draum,
Dann jov et Ovendesse, unger däm schöne Baum.
Wat ich dann esu vill späder vun im erfahre han,
Vum Papp, dä hück nit mih met uns Chressfess fiere kann:
Dat, wat ich för e Wunder heelt, wor'n zwei Nääl en der Wand,
Vun do en Kood rund öm dä Baum dröm hatt hö feste Stond! Unser Bäumche

Unser Bäumche, oh Tannenbaum Unser Bäumche, dat wor ne Draum
Unser Bäumche verjess ich nie...
Nä, su ne schöne Baum, dä krijje mer niemols mih!

Our Little Tree

Christmas Eve arrived, Dad was out on a spree
Mom had looked everywhere and said, "Where is that silly goose?!"
Then it dawned on her, he was still out buying a tree
On Christmas Eve, typical Cologne! Who could understand that!
Four o'clock, five o'clock, dusk was already setting in,
Then something small, crooked and lopsided came up the street.
I recognized him right away and shouted, "The little tree is coming!"
Mom, when she saw it, said, "My God, that can't be real!"

Our little tree, oh Christmas tree, our little tree, it was a dream
Our little tree, I'll never forget it...
No, such a beautiful tree, we'll never get one like that again!

Dad, he was quite proud and said, "Isn't it beautiful?!"
Mom, she was laughing, "Well, at least it's green...!"
The little tree wasn't even tall, but incredibly crooked,
Mom said, "You won't get that lopsided thing to stand up!"
Dad, very dryly, "Just wait and see, it's still very young!
When everything is on it, you won't even recognize it anymore"
The little tree on the left, a bottle of Schabau clamped under his right arm,
That was the last thing I saw as he went into the room... Our little tree
Our little tree, oh Christmas tree, our little tree, it was a dream
Our little tree, I'll never forget it...
No, such a beautiful tree, we'll never get one like that again!

Our little tree, oh Christmas tree, our little tree, it was a dream
Our little tree, I'll never forget it...
No, such a beautiful tree, we'll never get one like that again!

He kept closing the door, no one was allowed to enter,
Because no one should see the miracle that was happening there!
Sometimes he was muttering - the tree was so small after all...!
Then we suddenly heard him hammering, I thought the tree was coming down!
For a while it was completely silent, not a sound from the room,
Suddenly we heard him singing, very loudly, "Oh Christmas tree!"
I think he's decorating it now, with baubles and such -,,
"Es ist ein Ros entsprungen..." came out wrong and much too high. Our little tree

Our little tree, oh Christmas tree, our little tree, it was a dream
Our little tree, I'll never forget it...
No, such a beautiful tree, we'll never get one like that again!

Suddenly there was a bang, now it was eerily quiet...,
"Zo Bethlehem jeboren..." came softly with much emotion.
After two hours he finally came out, the worst was done,
I looked at him, he also said something - I couldn't understand him!
At eight o'clock it was time for presents, Dad, as always, sharp,
In his best suit, Mom in a black dress.
He rang the bell for us, then we sang a song
And then we looked for the little tree, with candles in the corner. Our little tree

Our little tree, oh Christmas tree, our little tree, it was a dream
Our little tree, I'll never forget it...
No, such a beautiful tree, we'll never get one like that again!

It was even smaller than before, but truly beautiful,
Standing there decorated and no longer crooked, a miracle had happened!
I got a bike, my biggest dream,
Then we had Christmas dinner, under the beautiful tree.
What I learned from him so much later,
From Dad, who can no longer celebrate Christmas with us today:
What I thought was a miracle were two nails in the wall,
From there a cord around the tree gave it a firm stand! Our little tree

Our little tree, oh Christmas tree, our little tree, it was a dream
Our little tree, I'll never forget it...
No, such a beautiful tree, we'll never get one like that again!